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letra de slang & serve (remix) - t-rock

[intro]
yeah, the next thing
older now
heard me
rock solid mafia!
skinny what’s up n-gga?
y’all know what time it is
atl n-ggas
richest n-gga in the grove

[verse 1]
look
i’m on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premonition
got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition
20’s on the lexus glisten, i’m driven to mob life
h-lla n-ggas want me murdered, but can’t do the job right
razor blades, ak’s, and ask me do i carry them
k!llin’ for a hobby like a medieval barbarian
when will the disaster stop? never, n-gga pass the glock
ill-strated k!llin’ live in color like its magnavox
now i got ’em hot, from the plot to put the block on lock
set up shop wit over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks
ammunition c-cked prepared to pop, ill even shoot at cops
stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top
find yo own bizness, or the gat’ll make yo clock stop
187 from the west and get yo f-ckin block mopped
you gone have to tangle wit a hypnotize enterprise
good for makin money off the sh-t to stay the f-ck alive
[hook] x4
(atl n-ggas!)
come smoke some herb with me
(atl n-ggas!)
come flip a byrd with me
(atl n-ggas!)
step on the curb with me
(atl n-ggas!)
come slang & serve with me
(atl n-ggas!)

[verse 2]
my scandalous recipe, make n-ggas be scared of me
if there has been treachery, don’t try to get next to me
yo life is in jeopardy, when f-ckin wit family
we turnin’ psychotic and everything insanity
brain dead off of greenery, releasin’ the steam in me
keep me from the weapons, i’ll be f-ckin up the scenery
deport bullets like immigrants, b-tch n-ggas don’t ‘tempt to flinch
money is the motive, let my sinning end the innocence
ima let the missile rip, ballistic wit hollow tips
you won’t see me comin, keep yo fingers on the pistol grip
smoke blindin’ my enemies, give ’em fearful tendencies
you can kiss they life goodbye when t-rock hit the hennessy
i’m in it for the presidents, luxurious residence
hooked up wit the camp, i’ve been a mercenary ever since
atlanta my stompin’ grounds, old national’s where i’m found
moving bricks, and f-ckin tricks, and flippin’ reefer by the pounds!!!
[hook] x4
(atl n-ggas!)
come smoke some herb with me
(atl n-ggas!)
come flip a byrd with me
(atl n-ggas!)
step on the curb with me
(atl n-ggas!)
come slang & serve with me
(atl n-ggas!)

[ending]
atl n-ggas, atl n-ggas, atl n-ggas, atl n-ggas, atl n-ggas, atl n-ggas, atl n-ggas, atl n-ggas, atl n-ggas, atl n-ggas

- t rock

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