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letra de slide on em - migos

[intro]
young rich n-gg- sh-t, know what i’m sayin’?

[hook: quavo]
drop my top now
my prices cut down
your n-gg-s tough now
till they hear that gun sound
(baow, baow, baow, brrraow, baow, brrraow)
till they hear that gun sound
(f-ck n-gg-, f-ck n-gg-, baow, baow, brrraow)
baow, baow, gun sound
slide on that n-gg-, slide on that n-gg-
slide on that n-gg-, slide on that n-gg-
drop my top now
my prices cut down
your n-gg-s tough now
till they hear that gun sound
[verse 1: quavo]
keep my eyes on that n-gg-
keep my eyes on that n-gg-
i put his st-tches in lil pistols
i got a drone that’s digital
your n-gg- be talkin’ tough
but really don’t wanna get physical
n-gg- you run and we bust
f-ck in your home while you cuff
whippin’ in it to a rock up
i don’t do nothin’ but pipe up
i shoulda played for the thunder
but instead i trap with youngster
sit on my money with comfort
spread and the dab caught the country
i do a show out in spain and get back in go back to the gang
i might go give him a 10, know it ain’t nothin’, go get a mustang
d-mn they callin’ my phone, they keep telling me that the dope is insane
pour out my liquor for all of my n-gg-s that died or locked up in the chains

[hook]
drop my top now
my prices cut down
your n-gg-s tough now
till they hear that gun sound
(baow, baow, baow, brrraow, baow, brrraow)
till they hear that gun sound
(f-ck n-gg-, f-ck n-gg-, baow, baow, brrraow)
baow, baow, gun sound
slide on that n-gg-, slide on that n-gg-
slide on that n-gg-, slide on that n-gg-
drop my top now
my prices cut down
your n-gg-s tough now
till they hear that gun sound

[verse 2: offset + blac youngsta]
drop my top now, lambo too loud
richest n-gg- in the car lot, me, my n-gg-s, we don’t fall out
get gunned down, better run now
watch what you say, cut your tongue out
f-ck all that sh-t that you talkin’ bout
(?) we run in your momma’s house
gr-ss so i can’t see the snakes now i gotta come cut your lawn down
my (?) little killers on frontline, they robbin’, drug dealin’, till sun down
i pull up in curtain in privacy
smokin’ on cookie, i know she acknowledge me
she givin’ me knowledge, psychology, i’m dabbin’ the deal like somebody just body me
i’ll f-ck your baby moma while your kids there
in the same house you pay bills so i can leave her
if a n-gg- ever play with one of my migo brothers, i’ma put him in a wheel chair
we gangster so it is no fear here
my lil killers they will kill you for real here
catch you in traffic is road kill
we wipin’ you lil n-gg-‘s nose here

[outro]
slide, slide, slide
slide, slide, slide
drop my top now
my prices cut down
your n-gg-s tough now
till they hear that gun sound
slide, slide, slide
slide, slide, slide
gun sound
slide on that n-gg-, slide on that n-gg-
slide on that n-gg-, slide on that n-gg-

- migos

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