letra de slash king - dc the don
[intro]
donny
[chorus]
please stay the f-ck out the pit
i just f-cked that b-tch, and she fell in love with the kid
put that sh-t on my brother and sh-t
run around with a drummer and sh-t
ayy, in this hoe im a drummer, lil b-tch
in my face like we f-ckin’ and sh-t
i don’t know you, you know me, lil b-tch
you might be the mo-f-ckin’ police, lil b-tch
green lambo, feel like broly
girl, who them n-ggas in that story
they smokin’ gas, holy moly
[verse]
yeah, we on the mo-f-ckin’ e-way, all of my n-ggas they with me
i just rolled up me a fifty
tilly got that b-tch, and he tryna blow up the city
brodie just chill, you really on a thousand
he got a bl!cky anywhere it’s crowded
nah, i’m just playin, i’m just being childish
you n-ggas tellin’ i don’t want [?]
my new b-tch [?] and italian
hop out the back brand new cali
this b-tch got some “woah” f-ckin’ on a stallion
no i cannot stall, i get cash
like, f-ck what he say, i live lavish
taliban sh-t, fully automatic
with a big ass watch, go go gadget
my young n-ggas menace, savage
we “jack boys” like travis, b-tch
hold on, i don’t think that these old n-ggas hear me
it can be one f-ckin’ goat and this year i know that it’s clearly me
f-ck it, let up the ceiling, please
know it’s raining but i’m gettin’ chilly, b, b-tch
i say the rap game dead if you ask me
donny bringin’ h-ll like f-ck it, n-ggas ain’t gon tax me
you still livin’ tax free
my og had a bad week, i sent him 30k he back in houston like he max p, it’s crazy
[refrain]
rick owens on my feet, i’m feeling flashy
taliban, osama sh-t, we turn it to a track meet
just called [?] up, i said “big bro can you come track me”
i got some sh-t to say, these n-ggas atin’ like they slash king
but that don’t matter tho, ’cause all that chadder way too f-ckin low
you sound like childin’ hoe, say it with yo chest, what the f-ck you mumbling for ?
[refrain]
rick owens on my feet, i’m feeling flashy
taliban, osama sh-t, we turn it to a track meet
just called [?] up, i said “big bro can you come track me”
i got some sh-t to say, these n-ggas atin’ like they slash king
but that don’t matter tho, ’cause all that chadder way too f-ckin low
you sound like childin’ hoe, say it with yo chest, what the f-ck you mumbling for ?
[chorus]
please stay the f-ck out the pit
i just f-cked that b-tch, and she fell in love with the kid
put that sh-t on my brother and sh-t
run around with a drummer and sh-t
ayy, in this hoe im a drummer, lil b-tch
in my face like we f-ckin’ and sh-t
i don’t know you, you know me, lil b-tch
you might be the mo-f-ckin’ police, lil b-tch
green lambo, feel like broly
girl, who them n-ggas in that story
they smokin’ gas, holy moly
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