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letra de slide! - lil shine

[intro]
yeah, yeah (d-mn, swavve)

[verse 1: lil shine]
finna go slide on your block, lil’ blatt (blatt, blatt)
hundred round drum, make your sh-t flap (flap, flap)
she wanna f-ck, like where you at? (yeah, yeah)
i’m sippin’ dirty, i’m pourin’ the act’ (act’, act’, ayy, ayy)
i keep a ‘k, she got a beam (beam, beam)
smokin’ on loud, smokin’ on steam (steam, steam)
b-tch hit me up, like, “what’s your ip?” (yeah)
i don’t wan’ f-ck, stay away from me (ayy)
i’m on the block, i keep a ‘k
b-tch wanna f-ck, not today
keep your sh-t hot, keep it okay
i keep it cool, yeah, i keep it straight
f-ckin’ yo b-tch and then i vacay’
i get the money, yeah, i get the cake
she hit me up, like, girl, you is fake
i’m finna slide and i’m in the stre—

[verse: zelly ocho]
run it and then i blow mе a bag
smokin’ on sh-t, now i feel like a jet
ain’t chasin’ no b-tch when i’m chasin’ thе check
ran up on me, he got hit in the head (boom, boom)
i’ma walk in that store, i ain’t look at no tag
i want that sh-t, i’ma buy it like that (b-tch)
i got a stick with a stick attached
f-ckin’ your b-tch, n-gga, i won’t chat
i’m worth an arm and a leg, yeah (yeah)
zelly worth an arm and a leg, yeah (yeah, yeah)
i’m not smokin’ on sh-t (on sh-t), i can’t smoke with that b-tch (that b-tch)
i want the ice on my wrist (yeah), like i broke my sh-t (ice, ice)
n-ggas be talkin’ that sh-t (that sh-t), why they be mad at me? (mad at me)
you still broke, you don’t got no cheese (huh? uh)
you ain’t servin’ that sh-t, you gon’ smoke all your weed (yeah)
i’m ballin’ on n-ggas, should’ve been in the league (yeah)
these rick owens jeans, it’s racks in these
i ain’t want no plug that’s taxin’ me (boom, boom)
i’ll take him down for everything (boom, boom)
i’m on the bottom, i’m on the top
and it ain’t no more flip-flop (no more, no more)
i’m ’bout to slide down in the drop (yeah)
i’m sippin’ goo with your lil’ thot (uh)
i ain’t got no time for no tough guy (yeah)
i’m ’bout to make that lil’ boy meet god (boom, boom)
you got a gun, you got hit for your sh-t (boom)
i know you ain’t try me, you smokin’ that sh-t
get put in a stretcher tryna send a no diss
you know i’ma run down, let it hit (boom)
i’m in this rap sh-t for them bands, you know a young n-gga tryna get rich (yeah, yeah)

- lil shine

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