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letra de i'm my own man - slim 400

[intro: slim 400]
what they saying?

[chorus: slim 400]
b-tch, i’m my own man
never let another n-gga dictate me
yeah, f-ck what they all saying
another n-gga can’t walk in my shoes like me
(larry makin’ all the hits)
i know the streets don’t love me, it’s heartless
can’t put no trust in a dog b-tch
i bet i just lit up this b-tch up in the darkness
went from a n0body n-gga into a target
i feel like dogs in the pen
ain’t gon’ get money, just hanging with my rich friends
a thin line when you thuggin’, need some thick skin
uh, catch a body with these bullets like it’s pigskin

[verse 1: slim 400]
i keep some k!llers around me, i can’t be off that
yeah, i keep my b-tch in some carti’s, my diamonds offset
uh, i brought my pole in the party, i’m on these n-ggas heels
my n-ggas shrinking that pump just like a windmill
yeah, b-tch, i’ll always be a lil’ hustler
the rap game turned us into customers
b-tch, i’m a zombie, dummies dumpin’ out the tundra
squeezing at your body, serve a n-gga like a butler
blogging ass n-ggas need tumblrs
and your b-tch is my rider
and blood, my joggers balmains
we gon’ sock on your dog, leave his jaw like a mango
i never let n-ggas dictate my angles
brought food to the table
split bread like a bagel
[chorus: slim 400]
b-tch, i’m my own man
never let another n-gga dictate me
yeah, f-ck what they all saying
another n-gga can’t walk in my shoes like me
i know the streets don’t love me, it’s heartless
can’t put no trust in a dog b-tch
i bet i just lit up this b-tch up in the darkness
went from a n0body n-gga into a target
i feel like dogs in the pen
ain’t gon’ get money, just hanging with my rich friends
a thin line when you thuggin’, need some thick skin
uh, catch a body with these bullets like it’s pigskin

[verse 2: rjmrla]
cut the sh-t, f-ck a opp, slim been raw
fought the penny, made a quarter, how i got on
gang before block ties and i’m still here
pressing for pints, ho n-ggas, grab your swim gear
n-ggas throwin’ sides and keep throwin’ ’em but i’m brackin’
n-gga, i’m from the gang, caught a bullet, desean jackson
million dollar n-gga, b-tch, that’s blear
dump but i will ever double back if i don’t like ’em
ain’t no bread up on your head, b-tch, i keep my money
mobbed a n-gga, do it how i do it, yeah, i like it (okay)
out that p-ssy, made a grown man
and y’all f-ckin’ with the wrong man
a trophy, n-gga, i’m a trojan
[chorus: slim 400]
b-tch, i’m my own man (b-tch, i’m a grown man)
never let another n-gga dictate me
yeah, f-ck what they all saying
another n-gga can’t walk in my shoes like me
i know the streets don’t love me, it’s heartless
can’t put no trust in a dog b-tch
i bet i just lit up this b-tch up in the darkness
went from a n0body n-gga into a target
i feel like dogs in the pen
ain’t gon’ get money, just hanging with my rich friends
a thin line when you thuggin’, need some thick skin
uh, catch a body with these bullets like it’s pigskin, oh

- slim 400

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