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letra de slide - fbg duck

[intro]
yeah you know lately (f-ck all that sh-t)
we been on a whole gang sh-t you know, never lane switch
that’s how i’m comin’
gang gang since potty train all that sh-t
oh this how you comin’?
naw for real

[chorus]
this a real n-gg- party, you cannot get in (in)
bussin’ out the mid (mid), foenem off the xans (xans)
i can’t shake your hand (hand), no, i’m not your friend (friend)
i don’t f-ck with rappers (nah), no i’m not a fan (fan), d-mn
n-gg-s really shoot, no accident (for real)
i can’t make this sh-t up, i cannot pretend, d-mn
and i heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
you ain’t tryna slide so don’t be actin’ like you is (p-ssy)
’cause if you gon’ slide, p-ssy n-gg- then slide then (yeah)
let me see some f-ckin’ shots fired then (yeah)
make me shoot that crib up you hidin’ in
don’t wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then

[verse 1]
you don’t wanna hear that frrtp then shhh
fore i sneak up on you with that pew pew pew (ugh)
ridin’ with that wish-a-n-gg–would (uh)
this right here’ll turn a n-gg- name to a hood
b-mped into a b-tch i knew in high school
look, been tried to f-ck you, b-tch, you past due
remember you was dissin’ in the cl-ssroom
now you tryna top me in the bathroom
you wasn’t out here with the gang b-tch you lyin’
you wasn’t duckin from the 12 totin’ the iron
i can’t trust you b-tch if you not one of mine
we don’t need no new n-gg-s, yeah, b-tch we fine

[chorus]
…n-gg- party, you cannot get in (in)
bussin’ out the mid (mid), foenem off the xans (xans)
i can’t shake your hand (hand), no, i’m not your friend (friend)
i don’t f-ck with rappers (nah), no i’m not a fan (fan), d-mn
n-gg-s really shoot, no accident (for real)
i can’t make this sh-t up, i cannot pretend, d-mn
and i heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
you ain’t tryna slide so don’t be actin’ like you is (p-ssy)
’cause if you gon’ slide, p-ssy n-gg- then slide then (yeah)
let me see some f-ckin’ shots fired then (yeah)
ayy, let me tell y’all a little somethin’
make me shoot that crib up you hidin’ in
i’ma talk my sh-t
don’t wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then

[verse 2]
they be like, “duck why you don’t got a major feature?”
’cause i don’t like rappers, and i don’t wanna greet ’em
f-ck around, rob ’em (b-tch) first time i meet ’em (first)
same place we catch ’em, same place we leave ’em (for real)
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s not allowed in the zoo
f-ck wrong with you? (b-tch) who you talkin’ to? (b-tch)
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s actin’ like they bulletproof
’til you get your f-ckin’ top dropped like it’s a coupe
never left the gang (no), b-tch i never will (no)
he get in a jam, f-ck around squeal
talkin bout i am, now he think he will
b-tch that type of sh-t’ll get yo stupid -ss k!lled, b-tch

- fbg duck

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