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letra de dump001 - slugga (@thatiskobe)

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intro/slug’s apology letter – 0:00-1:00
destination – 1:00-1:48
bag – 1:48-2:41
munny -2:41-3:42
wls – 3:42-5:31

(destination)

hopped out the two door
(stay dripped in glamour)
paparazzi screaming
(slug please we want more)
i tilt my head
then kilt them dead
like ye said
flashing lights
like the feds ahead
hopped in my two-seater
gassed like the meter
b-tches screaming slug
they gassed just to meet her
the praise won’t stop
like cb, sevyn streeter
but they could still see me
riding round with my heater

or with a hit man, derek jet-ear
feminine but i hit man, abuser
just got another hit man, i chart there
ion play like hit man, no gamer

in the passenger
sitting right here
said they was passin her, where?
i see naan

hoe that could do me
read me, school me
im so hot, woowee
wrist iced, it cool me

(bag)
im that b-tch, ya n-gga want me get my groove (on!)
f-ck him, ditch him, (bye!) now he crying, never move on
they like “slug you be doing these lil n-ggas too wrong”
if my main n-gga find out then he smoking both like two bongs

sh-t gstar just asked me to hop on two songs
highest in demand, big boss, like them ty-cons (tycoon)
wait what the f-ck, im a bad b-tch uh
so hot, never really took a bad picturea

money is the language, can you speak translation?
my rosetta stone is benjamin faces
is ya rollie facin
is yo goalie placed in ?
like do you ball? like is you home basing

yo bm in my dm
and yo bd wanna see me
please don’t play me like a cd
imma roc you out like riri

(munny)

mimic my flows, my steps, mimic my toes
these girls never cold, like they all mimicking hoes
these bird ain’t fly so i dont mimic them crows
i just stay cold like ny, out by soho
you too predictable, where my cristoball
cause all they do is copy, printable, stunt double
im a c-nt i suspend girls, princ-p-l
careers cut it’s the end girls, credits rolled

you can’t f-ck wit me, you b-tches can’t peg me
if he got a buck on him, like sponge b, i’ll suck on em like a keg b
cop gissepui for my right and my left feet
next pls, go! get em out my face like mc

she thinkin’ she a ki (key) like them thangs that jangle
imma murder she like when they wrote that sangle (single)
b-tches ain’t catch, ain’t fetch that the last line
you b-tches can’t catch, so bench the side line

(wls)

all you flow crooks is shook
to hear a new one from me
got new heat like new guns for you to meet
all these hoes wanna be me trick or treat
where ya costume?
new n-gga got bread
never care what it cost him
spit so hard, spit so awesome i lost em
checking b-tches off the list names what im crossing
me and my b-tches wild just like a mosh pit
we is too cold, get mitts gon defrost it

i am that b-tch, they said that
if you need a hit, im the b-tch to get bats
p-ssy only pop pop pop for big bags
like you don’t get sleep, or you just spend racks

im the best, discussion gon and end that
get a hit, concussion you ain’t got that
im crushing you b-tches, like it’s high school
can’t reach the top you my son, a high stool

i’ll crack ya lip, you’ll need the burts bees
beat up the beats so bad i hurt these
n-ggas p-ssy, they doing they skirtsys
they be feening on my pics, these n-ggas lurk me

i be balling more, than a endzone
they stall more, than a porter potty
in a fair zone
b-tches tryna cop my style, cop my stitch, my clothes on
they tryna cop the fabric, your sow on

black on a track like it’s twelve am-ish
need me a soulja boy like on yasss bish
handle his cheese, handle his cabbage
never say please for bread, baguettes out in paris

- slugga thatiskobe

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