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letra de shit talking - slimmy b & dj gutta butta

[intro: slimmy b]
(dj gutta b-tta, yes yes)
skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr, skurrr
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga

[verse 1: slimmy b]
wearing sh-t i can’t pr-nounce and sh-t you can’t afford (lil’ n-gga)
i grab my strap tight when i hear knocking at the door (who is that?)
pull up in that cat, they know it’s me they hear it roar (skrr)
your b-tch begging for this d-ck i only f-cked ’cause i was bored
vlone for my hoodie but my sweats palm angels
your b-tch let me f-ck i beat it up all angles
tryna park a n-gga whip when i let that drake go
was sliding in that benz i be everywhere i can’t go
clutching on this fire on my mind it been birdie (rip my thugs)
losing all these n-ggas back to back i been hurting (i swear to god)
riding in that rolls getting head behind the curtain (give me neck)
paid two bands for the fn it was worth it (lil’ n-gga)
mixing all these drugs, i pour some mud then throw a perc in it
she put that p-ssy on me, it’s so good i might just squirt in it
fifty ain’t enough open that chop i threw a bird in it (throw a hundred)
watching all these cameras at the trap ’cause we got birds ’em
yeah i got a stock up in this glock but i keep fifty close
drop the b-tch in and leave a n-gga whip with fifty holes (boom, boom boom)
shoot the chop just like steph and clay b-tch my jimmy cold
broke the b-tch for everything she got then told her give me more
popped a perc 30 started giggin like i’m diddy combs
my b-tch from the hood but she like to act saditty though
sucka n-ggas talking out they ass until we get ’em gone
yeah a n-gga gained a couple pounds but i’m still slimmy though
n-gga
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah, choppa clip too big got a fitting problem (b-tch)
.40 loud sound like the engine starting (vrrm)
drive the h-llcat like i’m in a ‘rari
a hundred bands on me, all slips look like i did a robbery
i’m a goat up in my city and a millionaire
just put 200 bowls down and i can get ’em there
they left my n-gga with no bond he had to sit in there
fifties in my buffs, ten thousand when i sit and stare
f-ck them n-ggas and they opps and we want all the smoke
sit that drakey on my shoulder broke my collar bone (ouch)
twenty thousand dollar pitted, i just bought a rover
ghetto n-gga, pour a pint of aky up in bossanova
thirty hanging out my heater i might catch me one
oh he want an extra pint? then i’ma stretch him one
i be thugging with the members, god bless the gun
shot a whole hundred round clip and got an extra one

[outro]
dj gutta b-tta, yes yes

- slimmy b dj gutta butta

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