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lirik lagu intro – sob

[intro: slimmy b]
(if x on the beat you know that sh*t slap n*gga)

[verse 1: slimmy b]
slide on them suckas drop a hundred double back
if n*ggas want funk then it’s up, that’s that ayy
pull up in the benz with this yelling, “who is that?”
bounce out, all black, n*ggas yelling, “who is that?”
nosy ass b*tch stay up out my beeswax
push start the foreign don’t know where the keys at
i don’t need a b*tch, n*gga i need racks
aiming at a n*gga dome not no f*cking kneecaps
n*gga, i ain’t riding with a goofy
i’m riding wit’ a chop brodie riding with a uzi
big bank uchies on the dashboard, that part
knock a n*gga down tryna act hard, that part
nerd n*gga tripping off a b*tch, call him matt barnes
picking on the gang have them n*ggas in your backyard
real street n*gga i got love for the trap stars
hit her from the back then her ass gets slapped hard b*tch
these hoes only want me ’cause i’m rich
but i don’t give a sh*t ’cause all they ass get is d*ck
on god, my n*ggas move mean like the mer
it ain’t no playing wit’ my name ’cause n*ggas know that i’ma slide
finna do the crib all white like it’s belly
cookie smoke, everywhere i go i leave it smelly
can’t pull up to the house so i hit her in the telly
every n*gga that i’m with lunatics like i’m nelly
n*gga
[verse 2: daboii]
b*tch, sob that’s the gang
b*tch ass n*gga you can’t hang where i hang
yeah, oh you think it’s a game
he ain’t wanna use his head, send these shots to his brain
she a thick yellow bone she get beat out the frame
run into a opp take the heat out and bang
i’m stingy, take my lil’ weed out and face
put a molly in her water n*gga she’s out her place
i’ll slide down a n*gga block and tell him d*up
leave a mess on aisle 2, n*gga clean up
you gave that lil’ b*tch your heard, it ain’t mean none
i’m a big dog yousa poodle n*gga teacup
n*ggas talk crazy, slide down, let me see something
told baby girl, “hold me tight” bae i see stuff
we was taking off you the ones tryna keep up
i’ll shoot this b*tch happily, why the mean mug?
counting money all day i got green thumbs
n*gga you don’t know the meaning
b*tch, don’t tell me that you love me, you don’t mean it
paw made your hoodie in the hood with the demons
bro’ll shoot this b*tch from the corner he a reeza
n*ggas always crying on the gram they some divas
told my b*tch give me head ’cause i need it
then put that sh*t in my face i’ma eat it
sike, i was lying lol i ain’t eat sh*t
n*gga you ain’t slide for your brother, that’s some deep sh*t
when you see me with that double cup, b*tch i’m leaning
he ain’t in the streets, they too cold, he anemic
boy i’ll put a p*ssy ass n*gga in the cement
when i it ’em with the buck buck, he ain’t breathing
who the ones with the uh, n*gga we is
b*tch keep asking what i bang, sob b*tch
[outro: daboii]
yeah n*gga you n*ggas know what time it is n*gga
f*ck suckas n*gga the real strictly only brothers n*gga
sob sh*t b*tch, yeah, n*gga none of that on fraud, none of that faking n*gga
stupid ass n*gga, real straight laced situation n*gga i’m out this b*tch n*gga
yeah on the gang

- sob

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