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letra de slime boy - giddy ak

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[intro]

uhhhh

uhhhhh uhhhh ay

uhhhhh ay

[chorus]

i’m just a young trench n-gga on the slime

these n-ggas really hatin’ they don’t want us multiply

they really do it so i keep a pistol by my side

dope boy dreams i pray to god i get survived

you know the life we livin’ like a f-ckin’ shoot to die

so always when i thug i keep ’em aks by my side

i do it for my mum just wanna see her get surprised
just wanna hit the top before my f-ckin’ after life

[verse 1]

these n-ggas hatin’ imma shoot ’em n-ggas by my side

jumping out the porch these p-ssy n-ggas know we ride

everybody in the hood just wanna make it high

f-ckin’ opp pullin’ up hit him with thе 9

keep that glizzy on me n-gga imma catch a body

throwin’ cs neighborhood crip we jumpin’ on it

that’s why i f-ck hеr good and i only call her shawty

long extension clutching give ’em thirty shots on it

you know we flying we catch ’em and we slide it
a f-ck boy slang that iron what you ridin’

imma pull up with my gang you know we clutching

hundred sticks on an opp you know we have it

[chorus]

i’m just a young trench n-gga on the slime

these n-ggas really hatin’ they don’t want us multiply

they really do it so i keep a pistol by my side

dope boy dreams i pray to god i get survived

you know the life we livin’ like a f-ckin’ shoot to die

so always when i thug i keep ’em aks by my side

i do it for my mum just wanna see her get surprised

just wanna hit the top before my f-ckin’ after life

[verse 2]

i’m with the a

run up on him with the k

shoot on his face

f-ck on him and he get layed

i’m with the stick yeah i play

run up on him with the running dog

y’all n-ggas know how we run it dog

i’m with the stick yeah i’m with dog, yeah

shoot him down, imma slang that iron

gun him down

you so f-ck n-gga gotta drown

f-ck up eh, gun him down ehh

[chorus]

i’m just a young trench n-gga on the slime

these n-ggas really hatin’ they don’t want us multiply

they really do it so i keep a pistol by my side

dope boy dreams i pray to god i get survived

you know the life we livin’ like a f-ckin’ shoot to die

so always when i thug i keep ’em aks by my side

i do it for my mum just wanna see her get surprised

just wanna hit the top before my f-ckin’ after life

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