letra de slide, pt. 2 - cammadeit
[intro: ahkdacl!cka]
b-tch-ass n-gga man
paranoid-ass man
that’s the type of n-gga to tippin’ man
smoke your brother you ain’t tryna slide?
n-gga y’all know i’m tryna slide n-gga
this that slide pt. 2 tonn on with this b-tch with me n-gga
aye 2lit, wassup n-gga?
aye rest in peace rico man
rest in peace [?]
aye long live lil tom
[verse 1: ahkdacl!cka]
i got on blue in the stu’ like i’m crippin’
she was my girl now she turn to a stripper
use to get high, now she gone off the liquor
that was my man now he gone off the dipper
plug hit the work dojo, kung-fu
use to fight the opps get hit with a one-two
now you get hit with this glock 22
n-ggas ain’t really got heart
b-tch-ass rappers [?]
b-tch i ain’t callin’ no truce
once it’s up then it’s stuck
slide through, in the truck
he saw the arp, he was stuck
d-mn, why your man leave you? they got the f-ck
b-tch on my d-ck, she on my nuts
that boy [?], get the same b-tch set him up
me and 2lit gon’ creep, wet him up
spin the south, lil’ ass boy better go in that house
n-ggas be tippin’ they turn to a mouse
n-ggas be hidin’ use to sleep on my couch
we get the addy we wiping them out
plug call my phone when he shippin’ it out
plug got a daughter my d-ck in her mouth
n-ggas be cap ’til i’m outside they house
revolver problem solved, django six shots let’s get it in
n-ggas ain’t really tryna spin ’em bins
i lost my men, not no f-ckin’ friends
we ain’t got the same mother but that is my kin
b-tches on d-ck, aye giz’, aye n-gga, let’s get it in
we spin the bin, we spin the bin
we hit your granny your b-tch or your men
[break: ahkdacl!cka & tonn2lit]
aye 2lit man, aye wassup n-gga
aye i’m feelin’ real good ready to get it in, yeah, yeah
alright then n-gga go ‘head get it in
[verse 2: tonn2lit & ahkdacl!cka]
uh, i’m from yo block
sh-t gettin’ short-stopped
[?] just came in full of g-locks
accurate shots to his top make him diddy bop
if she tryna f-ck, then she gotta kick rocks
if i get in that p-ssy, i’m goin’ nonstop
i pop a perc’ and get high as a tree-top
i f-ck that b-tch in my reeboks
only online, that’s where we see opps
hop in the blow car
we fishin’ your block
i’m from the yo block, sh-t gettin’ short-stopped
i’m on every corner like a stop sign
i see my opp, then i won’t stop firing
they post on the ‘gram, throwing up gang signs
i really live the life i write in my rhymes
if i do the crime then i’m doin’ the time
and we spin that bin and that n-gga he dyin’
yeah n-gga, free all the good men, b-tch
long live the guys
yeah!
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