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lirik lagu don’t slip – sugarhill dede

[intro: jay amiri]
grrah, grah*grah
wars too nasty
(wars too nasty)
grrah, grah*grah boom
f*ckin bussin
ahhhhh
gang, gang

[verse 1: jay amiri]
my name amiri, i’m toting a beam
catch a 4 and i’m letting it steam
saying she love me, don’t know what it mean
call up bori, left him on the scene
like, how you got lined by a thot
stunna be bugging tryna catch a opp
me, i be with it tryna bend the flocks
don’t run, don’t slip when i step in the spot
b*tch i’m a shooter, not into the fighting
one shot, leave him slumped like tyson
ran up on me and he thought he was fighting
off the top, don’t got time to be writing
with ya b*tch and i’m breaking her back
if rapping don’t work, imma flip me a pack
i make a song when i’m touching these racks
ya b*tch on my body, shе breaking her back
and bori gon get it thе worst
you want her back on 231st
she hop like a bunny now he in a he*rs*
my b*tch is a baddie, the gun in her purse
big gdk when i step in the veil
mama’s crying, should’ve kept his steel
one day, imma touch me a mil
hop out, booming n*ggas out they grills
i been zotting n*ggas since a jit
only exotic, rippy in my spliff
and my b*tch, she be throwing a fit
cause she know i’m in love with my stick
i always shoot a b*tch, i never pass
used to ball at the top of my class
now i get low when the d’s on my ass
woke up in socks and i drop me a bag
[verse 2: sugarhill dede]
throw up the o, n*ggas know how i rock
i can’t wait till i catch me a flock
mel, he my brother totin on a chop
b*tch the backdoor open, better keep ya knock
bullets, they rip through his ribs
n*ggas be capping, i treat em like kids (gang)
we was spinning through ya crib
stop talking on notti, y’all know what we did
i’m tryna make a new strain
naz, beanz, hit in they brain
talk on notti, get put on a chain
b*tch i throw up the o and i’m smoking on caine
grrah, grrah
matt got hit, started shaking his shoulders
bad b*tch, wanna f*ck, i don’t know her
she talking crazy, i might have to show her

[verse 3: melbinbuggin]
they like mel, you been buggin, don’t know how to act
catch a opp, i take him off the map
i’m smoking that boy, got left in the cab
i’m a demon, they tell me relax
told bro, just cl!ck
smoking that boy that got hit in his sh*t
jay6ix, jb, two opp n*ggas got put on a tee
like, what? they know how i be
you better not lack when you run into me
dede flock if he throwing the gzz
don’t care who you with, b*tch i’m letting is squeeze
like, we gon spin to the 9 with two or three chops
catch a opp, we send him to the sky
(grrah, suck my d*ck)
(it’s that melbinbuggin n*gga)
(every opp shot n*gga)
(don’t f*cking lack n*gga)

- sugarhill dede

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