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letra de stand on it - slim 400 & tec

[verse 1: slim 400]
okay say you win, then you bounce back
always apply pressure, just know you get it back
i ain’t never had it, but i’m [?][0:08]
blend in with the thundercats, lil’ 4 handle that
ayy, don’t pull up on my hood, i can’t bang, ain’t no scandal
got it out the mud, million dollars in paper
n-ggas said we couldn’t, now we do it, they ain’t scr-pe us
the man make the money, so don’t floss, 4, be patient
i’m just bein’ me, feelin’ good and h-lla cakin’
hatin’ on the low, g.o.d., we gon’ bake ’em
i ain’t wanna be that n-gga, but this n-gga, that’s who brackin’
gotta keep a firearm for protection, ain’t no lackin’
n-ggas caught me twice, “shake back” be my caption
ain’t no movie role, but slim 4 do that action
so what’s hannenin’?
i’m comin’ six from the shoulders so it’s backin’ in
and [?][blend 0:40] 4 for the record, ain’t no captionin’

[chorus: tec]
forever rep my sh-t, i’ma stand on it
pull out them sticks if i feel a n-gga playin’ on me
b-tch don’t put your hands on me (nah)
lookin’ at myself with them bands on me (yeah)
forever rep my sh-t, i’ma stand on it
pull out them sticks if i feel a n-gga playin’ on me
b-tch don’t put your hands on me (nah)
lookin’ at myself with them bands on me (yeah)
[verse 2: tec]
i could buy it if i want it, money way up
me and slim 400 in a casino up in vegas
still with the sh-ts, equipped with two sticks like the sega
spider gang, gon’ need more than raid to come spray us
compare me to them other n-ggas, got me f-cked up
you can’t name a n-gga in no city that touched us
[?][1:16] got me like i’m on mollies, b-tch, i’m up up
new whip with no mileage and i’m ridin’ with a cutter
n-gga’s partners was snitches, how you rock with that sh-t?
and if you with ’em, you smoked too, we get the drop on that b-tch
get to that money, road runnin’, i can’t slow it down
it’s free lil meezy ’til he touch, b-tch, i’ma hold it down (the lord)
yeah, shout to bompton, we gon’ get it now
f-ckin’ with my money or my n-ggas, we gon’ gun you down
never been a p-ssy or a b-tch, we got bands now
still up in the ghetto smokin’ loud where it’s gun sounds

- slim 400 tec

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