letra de slowking freestyle - oliver francis
[intro]
yo, uh
[verse 1]
smoke that loud and i blow that swish
roll that blunt, i could f-ck your b-tch
got a little codeine with the champagne sip
i blow good tre,e hoes on my d-ck
i split, swish, pour a lil’ cris
in a 4-door with the real dark tint
two white cups in the cut, i sip
rolex wrist b-tch, that’s time well spent
i gets money, f-ck b-tches
sip drink, blow swishers
we was out in paris steady blowin doobies in the hilton
she catchin’ feelings
my swagger is at a million
go on bow the f-ck down when the king is in the building, ah
smokin’ that loud and i’m twisting that dank
in foreign whips with that all candy paint
cash in the bank, f-ck with you think
after we f-ckin’ no feelin’ her legs
i’m sippin’ on lean with your b-tch
throw it in fifth
that hoe, she holdin’ my d-ck
glow gang the set b-tch you know what it is
no one you know that flow colder than this
yeah, everywhere i go hoes twerk
everywhere i go i sip syrup
everywhere i go i got a jansport full of that work
ziploc full of that purp
clip locked, p-ssy get murked
p-ssy get murked
leave you lyin’ face down in the dirt
think i’m yung lean, i’ma make your sh-t hurt
i’ma make your sh-t dead, i’ma make your sh-t hurt, all day like
y’all don’t really see me out here gettin’ all this money
and y’all ain’t really see me out here, man, ain’t sh-t funny
pulled off in the whip with a b-tch on my d-ck and a blunt to my lip, all day
on the daily
man i get paid
man this sh-t crazy
never thought that i would live this lavish
i been chillin’ on the beach with a bad b-tch
then we pull up to the suite, smoke some cabbage
come and see me on the street with a glock on my hip
f-ck around wrong, i’ma let that sh-t slip
see me with the cup and the lil’ syrup sip
see me with the cup and the lil’ syrup sip
see me in the cut with a blunt to my lip, yeah
again and again
i’m in the benz with a b-tch and her friends
smokin’ a blunt and we sippin’ champagne in the back of the whip with a whole lotta’ weed and some money to spend
know i showed up with a sac of that sh-t
got them doobies, some blunts and a cup in my hand
f-ck what you heard, i’ve been stacking them chips
and i might f-ck your b-tch ‘case she think i’m the man
d-mn, i’m goin’ ham
walk in the club and i threw up a hundred grand
i’m the man
say what you want but you know i ain’t frontin’
i am what i am
roll me a blunt and you know i done stuff it with seven grams
seven grams, b-tch
[verse 2]
say that it’s only fair, yeah
if you come thru too
say that you won’t be there
yes, i’m ridin’ ’round my city
[?] on gas, i got plenty, ah
you say that you won’t be there
ridin’ ’round my city
[?] on gas, i got plenty, ah
you say that you won’t be there, but
i know, i know what you do
put your windows down
rollin’ through the city and you all [?]
throw it up, watch it all fall down, yeah
throw it up, watch it all fall down, yeah
you say that you won’t be [?], [?] sh-t, i roll the [?]
we gon’ sip this kool-aid, yeah
gonna have to turn up, baby, you know you deserve that
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