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letra de slatt slatt - lil double 0

slatt slatt lyrics
[verse]
4 pockets full, but i ain’t lil baby
i ain’t even trippin’ ’cause that’s just how i’m livin’
get on that beat and i get to walkin’
fans say, “double be snappin’ and tickin'”
‘fore i got in the studio, i was on business
ar with the 30, i slapped in 60
might put in 100 today, ’cause that’s just how i’m feelin’
jumped in the water with sharks, i ain’t f-ckin’ with fishes (let’s go)
i was young when beano died, f-cked up my pride
know i’m still gon’ slime out a b-tch
double 0 took plenty of l’s, i’m fine because i’m big slime
lil double gon’ handle the business
remember them days them cars wasn’t mine
but wе still slid n’ slide n’ rolled on n-ggas
til’ the day i diе, i’m slime, promotin’ the violence
we really scored on n-ggas
gang unit been on my ass, watch what you say up on a post, lil n-gga
ma dukes said i’m a monster, livin’ too fast, but you gave birth to a k!ller
watch him go make a move, that lil bro gon’ bl!ck him
know these b-tches ain’t sh-t, but these n-ggas gon’ fix ’em
snap ’em up with that chop and take ’em a picture
hoe think i’m a rapper, she don’t know i’m a k!ller
i can’t f-ck with a n-gga, when you f-ck with n-ggas, that f-ck with them guys
even though that we f-ck and i don’t like her picture because she’s not my b-tch and i am not her guy (whoa)
opps get too high and they drop they lo’ for a broke ass b-tch and they trustin’ these hoes
pull up, we slide, hop out, shoot fye
seen a grown man cry, ‘fore he lose his soul
(no bap, uh)
seen a grown man cry, ‘fore he lose his soul
i was just deep in that water when i was a baby, i shoulda did what i was told
like, “f-ck it. i really do it, won’t change it for nothin'”
if you chasin’ yo dreams, then you gotta trust it
she f-ck my team, then that hoe lucky
hoe want her a ring, i give the hoe nothin’
what the f-ck do you mean?
some l-st and trust? b-tch, i’m a thug
and i’m ceo of my gang, lil b-tch, so i do it for us
got a couple of snipers, they junkies, they good with the action
catch ’em, whack ’em, hop on a bus
bad b-tches be twerkin’ to my song, sending me pictures with no thong, when i hit their city, it’s up
remember them days with no iphone
i was really livin’ down bad, stuck up in the dust
have you ever woke up, been mad as f-ck?
’cause your pops been gone, and you feel alone, and you only young, but you act grown
but you gotta stay strong, ’cause they want you to put it on
copy my style, wanna be like a clone
but these n-ggas rats, they don’t know what what i’m on (whoa)
(uh, lets go)
these n-ggas copy, they look like a clone
these n-ggas rats, they don’t know what i’m on
f-ck all that talkin’, put one in his dome
[outro]
slatt, slatt
i’m thumbin’ through racks
i beat up the trap and i get the sh-t back
slatt, slatt
thumbin’ through them racks
i walk up, hit ’em with 100 sum’ shots in his back (uh, uh)
i’m thumbin’ through racks
i beat up the trap and i get the sh-t back
slatt, slatt
thumbin’ through them racks
i walk up, hit ’em with 100 sum’ shots in his back

- lil double 0

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