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letra de set the play - slim guerilla

they tryna lock me in a cell so i can write in h-ll
call my n-gga i’m boutta tell em’ i need to get my bail
he said no dat, but what the f-ck you talkin’ bout?
man i let you know just pull me up to my b-tches house
pulled up in all black, sippin’ on some f-cking yat
eyes ready steady, smokin’ on the set, back-to-back
made it to my ladies house but notice all them lights was out
thinkin’ in my mind that the scene was lookin’ f-ckin’ wrong
knocked up on the f-ckin’ door but i heard a n-ggas voice
kicked down the door, b-tch i really didn’t have no f-ckin’ choice
then that hoe looked at me cause she saw the playa creep
tryna set me up fo’ a bust, motherf-cker g
knocked that ass up in the trunk cause i know them n-ggas they were no fun
we in the lack, i hit the gas, then the sucka’s kissed my ass
then i hit the light spot, sippin’ on some [?]
man tried to put a fight, gave that hoe a souvenir
mane it’s getting real late to catch a motherf-cking case
i hit the pass soon as a playa really needed help
gotta hit up on my [?] to see what’s on they f-ckin’ mind
i turned around real quick, that n-gga was pullin’ out some 9 (pullin out some-)

[instrumental]

aw sh-t, what the f-ck, b-tch is tryna set the blame on my brother f-ckin’ wit the wrong
but she gotta play it, grab the straps jumped off in a whip now i gotta hit the street
if a n-gga f-ck with slim guerilla he gon’ f-ckin’ leave, then she hit my line, said them n-ggas
had another trap, sent my n-gga on the ground, i’m on the road, i’m comin’ back
soon as i pulled up, n-ggas started bussin’ straps, safe to say [?] know em’ at the [?]
playin’ with yo life n-gga who the f-ck you testin’?
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- slim guerilla

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