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letra de what dey talkin - slim 400

[intro: slim 400]
n-ggas don’t f-ckin’ understand (hol’ up, hol’ up)
([?])
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[verse: slim 400]
b-tches hating on a n-gga, but they still love me
mind through bompton, front lining, miss the dead homies
never switched, made it gangsta, all i throw is t’s (piru)
and leave these n-ggas in the street, so they think of me
cold k!ller, n-ggas know, i don’t f-ck with who?
information from a b-tch, so i’m sliding through
gutter slim, ain’t changed, but my money do (haha)
and f-ck these snake ass n-ggas, is that a homie of you?
ain’t my friend, ain’t my foe, i don’t f-ck with you
all i do is get this money and stay h-lla true
[?] made n-gga, who the f-ck is you? (who are you?)
got a lot at granny house, and made a dub or two
make this money, get this money, all i f-cking do (haha)
snitch n-ggas b-tch made, yeah, i f-cking knew (ayy, look)
got a plan to get these mil’s dolla-dollar bill (tap me out)
ain’t no slippin’, ain’t no lackin’, gotta keep it trill

[chorus: gp3]
my whip all black, i got the seats red
youngest n-gga winning
bangin’ bloods, getting to the bread
lil’ baby face
she love the pimpin’, but i love the head
n-ggas always asking what i do, they talking to the feds
really ’bout a bag, b-tch i need it now
i be stacking bags, filling bags like a cash cow
snake ass n-ggas pillow talking to the b-tches now
n-ggas acting hard until i see ’em
they be goin’ out
[verse 3: celly ru]
throw up the gang, n-ggas know the name
celly ru, [?] village piru, only thing i bang
what you claim?
[?], my lil’ drillers aim
i’m from [?]
ain’t no [?] with me, they bang h-lla gangs
i’m from [?], n-ggas know who really put it on the map
streets’ a wrap, it don’t really matter
we the king of that
“get a bag”, what i tell a b-tch
how i leave her ass
she a fad, we gon’ plunge in that, she won’t [?]
set her down, put her in a room
she won’t leave the trap
what’s the count?
she gon’ come correct if we bring it back
lil’ n-gga tryna eat a mil’
he can’t eat a rack
10k is really [?] money
he feel rich with that
pull up with a stick
if he ain’t from here, he get stripped with that
put his lil’ b-tch ass in the dirt and you can’t get him back
kick over the candles at the spot them n-ggas lit him at
he the reason why his dawg ain’t livin’
how you live with that? (haha)
[chorus: gp3]
my whip all black, i got the seats red
youngest n-gga winning
bangin’ bloods, getting to the bread
lil’ baby face
she love the pimpin’, but i love the head
n-ggas always asking what i do, they talking to the feds
really ’bout a bag, b-tch i need it now
i be stacking bags, filling bags like a cash cow
snake ass n-ggas pillow talking to the b-tches now
n-ggas acting hard until i see ’em
they be goin’ out

[outro: slim 400]
hahaha
and these n-ggas want me to leave the bity
i mean they just want me just to up and move
but i ain’t goin’ for it
ayy, b-tch if you want me
ayy, b-tch come holla at me
n-gga, i’m doing this sh-t for bompton, n-gga
bompton what it is, n-gga
bye ([?])

- slim 400

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