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letra de slide - ken saikra

[chorus]
you said you with me lil b-tch pick your side
imma hit the dash on 80 do the slide (skrt skrt skrttt)
we choppin’ the body, we know you won’t find it
we f-cking your sh-t up, we hope you don’t mind it
we flashing this sh-t up, watching you go blind
that ice on my wrist, that sh-t might make you blind
that ice on my wrist, that b-tch look like a tide
you said that you don’t know i’m calling on your cap
we know that you lie so we calling it wraps
free up young thugger we muhf-ckin’ slatts
i copped me the masi you know it’s all matte
i don’t f-ck with these b-tches they muhf-ckin’ gnats
imma pop a few pills and hope i don’t relapse
i’m going insane but i’m muhf-ckin’ strapped
we runnin’ it hard i hope you don’t collapse

[verse 1]
you know that we up in the crib and we down with this sh-t wе be fly like some muhf-ckin’ birds (brr)
you know that wе tweaked in this b-tch and we off of them sh-ts we be geeked like some muhf-ckin’ nerds (some nerds)
i bet you wan’ know how i got this sh-t, i do not f-ck with these opps, i will not say a word (not a word)
you know that i keep that sh-t locked up, i keep that sh-t in secrecy, i will not say a word (not a word)
i’m feeling money-hungry made a couple band, i bag that sh-t up and i spend what i want
i went to the dealership, bought a couple cars, then me and my gang we just peeled out the lot
you know i got money on money on money, i took a vacay now i’m up on a yacht (lil yacht)
i say it’s unlimited, maybe not that much, it feels like a stretch, but i know it’s a lot
free up young thugger, rip keed, i know lil gotit, he taking the lead
pull up on us, f-ck ’round and find out, we gunning you down and we watching you bleed
i went ‘head and bought me my crib in the hills
i’m gunning you down, i hope you not still
i’m into this sh-t, i’m in for the k!ll
sometimes in my head, i do it just for the thrill (skrt skrt skrttt)
[chorus]
you said you with me lil b-tch pick your side
imma hit the dash on 80 do the slide
we choppin’ the body, we know you won’t find it
we f-cking your sh-t up, we hope you don’t mind it
we flashing this sh-t up, watching you go blind
that ice on my wrist, that sh-t might make you blind
that ice on my wrist, that b-tch look like a tide
you said that you don’t know i’m calling on your cap
we know that you lie so we calling it wraps
free up young thugger we muhf-ckin’ slatts
i copped me the masi you know it’s all matte
i don’t f-ck with these b-tches they muhf-ckin’ gnats
imma pop a few pills and hope i don’t relapse
i’m going insane but i’m muhf-ckin’ strapped
we runnin’ it hard i hope you don’t collapse

[verse 2]
how is you feeling? i’m feeling great
i’m too impatient no i cannot wait
f-ck all that bullsh-t said f-ck all that hate
i’m feeling too impatient i cannot be late
one day i’m different, one day i’m the same
next thing you know b-tch i cannot relate
and i’m cruising through life and i’m grinding this muhf-ckin’ sh-t b-tch you know that i’m feeling too straight
i feel like i’m running this sh-t, lil b-tch
we raising a toast to the future lil b-tch
i copped me a ghost, i skrt out this b-tch (skrt)
i stick to this sh-t, no i cannot switch
i feel like a player the way that i pitch
i’m rocking nintendo, i got me my switch
i said f-ck my opps, i hope they end in stitches
i popped me a few, i just know that i’m glitching
i’m rockin’ extendos, i got me my switch
f-ck with me hard enough, you gon’ need stitches
i hope you f-ck your whip up in the ditches (skrt)
i know you working 9-5 with dishes
do not f-ck with me, my muhf-ckin’ riches
i need me my wife, my muhf-ckin’ mrs
i said f-ck the past, i’m burning my bridges
i’m done with this sh-t, shut the f-ck up and listen
[chorus]
you said you with me lil b-tch pick your side
imma hit the dash on 80 do the slide (skrt skrt skrttt)
we choppin’ the body, we know you won’t find it
we f-cking your sh-t up, we hope you don’t mind it
we flashing this sh-t up, watching you go blind
that ice on my wrist, that sh-t might make you blind
that ice on my wrist, that b-tch look like a tide
you said that you don’t know i’m calling on your cap
we know that you lie so we calling it wraps
free up young thugger we muhf-ckin’ slatts
i copped me the masi you know it’s all matte
i don’t f-ck with these b-tches they muhf-ckin’ gnats
imma pop a few pills and hope i don’t relapse
i’m going insane but i’m muhf-ckin’ strapped
we runnin’ it hard i hope you don’t collapse

- ken saikra

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