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letra de beep beep beep - slimneedabag

[intro: slimneedabag & corey patrick]
(yeah, yeah, ayy, grr, christ, cp, christ, cp, yuh, slim)
yeah, chain, wrist, watch, watch
what up, you, not (hot)
pull up, got it
pull up, got it
pull up, got it, like that

[verse 1: corey patrick]
boy you the captain of capping, ain’t you?
i got so much that it captivate ’em
got a stunt double, sh-t acting dangerous
don’t play yourself, that’s some m-st-rbation
where is the cash? bet i’ma grab it
oh that’s your b-tch? f-ck it, i’m savage
if it’s designer, you know i’ma bag it
bring your orange tape if i catch my opp lacking
my n-gga slim like 50 with the power
my n-gga christ got the passion
wondering why you ain’t see me
i’m selling dope at the mansion
chanel my bandana
my n-ggas really be scammers
(really be scammers)
they do not do it for cameras
they do not build, they got hammers
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
ten packs of runtz just camе in the mail
b-tch you know we get thе benji’s
and we throw it on the scale (big dope)
p-ssy n-gga, please don’t go in there
all my n-ggas selling dope
all my n-ggas got them bands
(all my n-ggas)

[verse 3: slimneedabag]
pull up, got it, like, that
spent yo bread on a chain
i spent mine on a gat
pulled up in a honda
n-ggas pulled up in a cat
and we make that b-tch scratch
get the bag and make it stack

[verse 4: christ dillinger]
when i pull up on the scene, they like “oh no”
watch out, it’s christ, yeah he got the .44
p-ssy n-gga know i tell a bad b-tch where to go
she be sucking d-ck, she could down a whole soul
playing with the snow, christ dil, eskimo
b-tch i get the pint then i go and pour a 4 (drank)
i want some b-tches (drank)
i wanna f-ck
i got eighty bands sitting in the f-cking trunk
p-ssy n-gga, sour skunk
n-ggas smoking pink runtz
now i got a bag, lil n-gga
you got options, what you want?
[verse 5: corey patrick]
i know n-ggas died for some ice like this
michael touched a lot of kids
ain’t touched the mic like this
i’m with the family, you ain’t high like this
and that’s probably why your queen wan ride this d-ck

[bridge: slimneedabag]
you ain’t fly like this
it would take a hundred ways to get high like this
i been smoking backwoods, getting fried like this

[verse 6: christ dillinger]
b-tch my life is disco so my t–th is made of gold
yeah my money old and my sh-t is growing mold
game sold, not told
b-tch we got that pistol so i’m acting real bold
and yo boy a snitch
he got locked up and he told
(he a rat, he a rat)
came in with a big gun, big fun
p-ssy n-gga talking sh-t
he can come and get some
(talking that sh-t)
gun longer than the f-cking nile river
got a gun so thick, make a n-gga look thinner
got guns bigger than a p-ssy n-gga head in this b-tch
bullets so big i can barely fit them sh-ts in this sh-t
got guns longer than a n-gga college disposition
look at a p-ssy n-gga, tell him stay in his position
i got fiends selling dope, i’m giving them commission
take a n-gga b-tch and then i put her in position
(f-ck that n-gga)
[outro:]
ho asked for permission so i made her do the dishes
we been in the kitchen, we don’t do no water-whipping
put it in the microwave, beep beep beep
balling like d wade and i got the heat
yeah
bend the b-tch over, make her skeet
yeah, then i made the ho swallow my skeet
yeah

- slimneedabag

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