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letra de what it is - sl4ppy

slappy on the track always lookin good
bangin with this mix b-tch
show me that ass
do it like shook
makin those hips skip
front to the back
wait til the hook
make that ass fat
drop it when that bass hits
drop like an a bomb
back to the basics
placin my ante
like i’m the big blind
takin the henny
i start walkin blind
wearin jammies
it’s always bed time
verses i’m handing
versatile they can be
gotta universe in mind
its always expanding
if father of time
was a father o’mine
he’d probably still be drivin a semi sorry in advance if i’m nowhere in sight
when i’m shooting for stars
i gotta leave the world behind
b-tches in the crib
or the boys in the benz
they’re gettin d-cks
or bullets in their ribs
b-tches in the whip
cause ya boy didn’t dip
enemies will
when they see what it is

back home
every girly used to hurdle me
whenever i came through
now they’re all jerk jerk gurglin me like the fountain of youth
ever since joe wren gotta feel my spit
back in grade 6
i’ve forever sold my soul to a hiphop lyricists domain
the ink of my pen
will forever stain my contract
like blood through my veins
in service
i eternally remain
with no happily ever after
so allow me to say
without further ado
that i’m just simply one h-ll of a rapper
that’s who
from biggie
x
mac and pac
they may be dead
but yet i feel them all behind me whenever i let off
on the mic
fueling the mouth i ain’t got whenever i’m on the beat
b-tches in the crib
or the boys in the benz
they’re gettin d-cks
or bullets in their ribs
b-tches in the whip
cause ya boy didn’t dip
enemies will
when they see what it is

my brain bounce out of my skull
whenever the pen hit the dome
thinking outside the box
a biggest scandal since the white sox but if it works
then everything’s alright
like goldielocks
hoes can’t be trusted since adam and eve
and samson
but for some reason
these hoes are only loyal to me like manson
tushy to my cheek seeker
i spray em
like jeepers creepers
i spit on p-ssy and beats
before i slay em
tis the season for this mental menstruation
because i got serotonin leaking
through my brain
like its euthanasia
gots me lookin at the blue prints of this path i’m pavin
got em lined up for these raps i’m makin
what do you want me to say then hiphop is the rock n roll
of my generation
b-tches in the crib
or the boys in the benz
they’re gettin d-cks
or bullets in their ribs
b-tches in the whip
cause ya boy didn’t dip
enemies will
when they see what it is

- sl4ppy

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