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letra de levi's - slim samaritan (official)

[chorus]
got designer jean drip, used to hit l!cks in my levi’s (d-mn)
police hate the kid cause the laws i am known to defy (they hate me)
y’all scared to dip your feet in, i trudge through these waters knee high (trudging)
at first you didn’t get the hype but now i’m sure you see why (do you see)
disloyalty, dishonesty and sh-t weed’s what i despise (hate that sh-t)
stories steady switching, i’m sick and tired of these lies (f-ck em)
the world’s confusing and deceiving, it’s a challenge just to be wise
you can’t wear thе pants i rock, we’re built with differеnt jean size (facts)

[verse 1]
i think i can, i think i can as long as i stick to the plan
i know i can, i know i can surpass and outgrow any man
y’all act like infants, man, who still count likes on instagram (children)
they didn’t give a d-mn, heard one verse then became an instant fan
if you took me out tonight, you’d just ruin your b-tch’s plans (true)
y’all have zero loyalty, i peeped how y’all be switching clans
mind has wisdom, fam, got the steel, no kitchen pans (got the steel)
my bank gets digits spammed, don’t f-ck with nonprescription xans (at all)
no baller wants a b-tch who won’t give in to his demands (no sir)
thought you spit some real sh-t, now it’s clear it’s fiction, d-mn (fake)
if i don’t make it, might become a good ol’ christian man
or do subscription scams, shed blood for my people like egyptian lambs
one day my guards will hold back my ex and say keep your distance mam
now she smells like fish and clams while i’m on beaches getting tan (ha)
your b-tch at my ticket stand, lines longer than a fisherman’s
she wants me in her v like pedo creeps who say get in this van
[chorus]

[verse 2]
you can run but can’t hide, don’t go running to your hiding spot (don’t)
y’all voted out trump for being racist like joe biden’s not (ha)
i’m lowkey and loaded, only sending silent shots (pow, pow, pow)
i’m tryna dose the violent cops with cid, a vile of drops
to make the violence stop, y’all can’t fill these shoes, let alone my giants socks (nah)
in the stu designing bops, haters still give my style it’s props
your album’s mild hot, it’s worth less than a pile of rocks (trash)
i don’t smile a lot, these times got me stockpiling glocks (stocking up)
head’s full of wild thoughts, fans want these fire files to drop (fuego)
no children, no bms, won’t catch me shopping in the aisle for tots
smoke all my competition, y’all are just some ashtray ash (smoked)
if we were kids, i’d sn-tch your cash and stuff you in the cafe trash
their time is coming soon so it’s okay, let them have they laughs
my team is an army, we got two-twos like a ballet class
when you lose, i tally that, my green grow, no cabbage patch
y’all are p-ssies, alleycats, get to running, valet fast

[chorus]

- slim samaritan official

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