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letra de slide - yhg classified

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[chorus 1: yhg classified]

i might have ta slide

i might have ta slide

i might have ta slide

i wonder who goan die

i might have ta slide

i might have ta slide

i might have ta slide

[verse 1: yhg classified]

i wonder who goan die

i get da moon walking n-gga

like michael jackson (jackson)

i seen the crack in the pot

something like michael blackson (blackson)

i’ll put the 40 on his back

like dubble andrew jacksons (boom)

n-gga i im still the caption

there’s no need for you asking (huh?)

n-gga i ain’t lose no passion

just been wainting on some actions (yah yah)

just to catch you while you lacking (ughh)

i’m be out here since a younging (ughh)

he fell short i guess he dumbin (ughh)

i got the bag i can’t be fumbling (ughh)

fl!ck r3 they get to stumbling (ughh)

we run plays in your city

we touchdown in your city

ask your girl we get litty (ahah)

tee i coped me a glizzy

now i am moving like biggie (boom)

stacking paper like diddy (cheese)

y’all be squeaking like mickey

set you up just like ricky

i know sh-t will get tricky

i be watch them frown

i be serving them pounds

i’m be k!lling them clowns

you just hold on to some rounds (mhm)

my glock is load in town

i’m the king of my town

really holding the crown

tee what they gon say now

[verse 2: baby jugg]

fly with my hitters we coming with fifty of em

people be skinny shooting them skinny ones

(bow bow) you know we gonna fill em up

bullets go right through his stomach he spit em up (uh)

i’m getting this money little boy get your digits up(uh)

i like ta trap , bagging these d’s up

bad little girl so i gotta beat the kitty up

people fake trapping i be in the city up

jugg where you at , i’m in the city bruh

winter time l!cks , i’m heating the city up

little bad joint so you know she goin eat me up

bullets gonna hit em , you know they gonna lift em up

he in the pavement who ever tryna pick em up

hit a like witta dog i’m putting my pistol up

boy i’m jugg , you know i’m a work horse

n-ggas watching they back

we came through the side door

you know we going ya slide

we taking like five more

and i stay with the metal like my name is cyborg

these people be purping i keep me a nine for it

these women be dirty i do not have time for it

roll me a j and i’m living my mom for it

[chorus 2: yhg classified]

i might have ta

i might have ta

i might have ta

i might have ta ugh

i might have ta

i might have ta

i might have ta

i might have ta ugh

[verse 3: yhg classified]

my alter ego be spazzing

all my dummies be crashing (errr)

all my shooters be splashing (errr)

all b-tches be flashing (errr)

in my city we blasting

you caught a body (uh hun)

i’m laughing

you got covid

you coughing (cough)

do get caught in the traffic

trapper season we stacking

all your men they be capping (mhm)

its all part of the tactic (mhm)

to catch you why you slacking

if you hiking then i’m sacking

if you fumbled now you lacking

i flipped the script oh now your tracking

i won’t fall in less i’m dumbin

you touchdown in my city

me and tee getting busy (boom)

you spin my block getting dizzy

i guess i shot ya i’m biggie

making hits like i’m diggy

you ain’t catch that i’m real witty

you ain’t catch that i’m real witty

(ha ha ha)

- yhg classified

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