(CHORUS)(3x) Them nigga dat slip, them nigga dat fall die Them nigga dem catch dem slugs fuckin around with the S-P-I-I-I
Them niggas who slip, them niggas who fall die Them niggas they catch 'em slugs, fuckin around with the S-P-I Hit the corner on a 3 wheel with a 4-5 by my side Its a shame up in 90, niggas still need they straps to ride Killin for murder up and down the block, with them color coded 100 spokes And if they try ta jack me, I'm gone kill a hundred folks Nigga need ta quit that shit, all that jackin all the time Can't have shit in a nigga hood, turn your bump up and you die It costs to be the boss thats why I floss my nina ross Its one hollow tips as a gift act my name was Santa Claus Merry Christmas motherfucker, you don't wanna take these D's Major 5 power and a hoopty fulla G's We swingin to the left, and we swingin it to the back In the baby blue 6-4 off that motherfuckin yack All them cuffstas on your feamers for these niggas to taste Motherfuckers prayin on yo dollars like some Lionstars State Better get yo shit straight nigga regulate, these niggas a have yo ass Chopped up in a trunk somewhere with all yo cash
See, this is for you ballers who be slippin Who be slippin, put yo motherfuckin clip in This is for you ballers who be slippin Who be slippin, put yo motherfuckin clip in Slippin in the darkness, slippin, slippin, sl-sl-slip
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Motherfuckers think they reputation's gonna keep them from gettin lit The fuck up on a hum bug, slug dug off in yo ass Cause you didn't wanna blast, now yo mark ass Is in the past, bullets mixed in yo face with glass See nigga don't trip to a killa get up in his face Ready and willin to catch a motherfuckin murder case They like the taste of that red rum, leavin yo body numb See they ain't givin a fuck about where you from Don't know them niggas from some dark shit on grass Don't know if they wanna smoke some blunts or put some slugs in my ass So I expect the unexpected niggas can't be underestimated Nickel plated 4-5, bringin it to you motherfuckers dead Cause can't no head duck, and can't no nigga die Pickin in this 4-5 can make these hollow tips live Go get yo shit nigga why you be trippin This is for my baller partners who be slippin
This is for you ballers who be slippin Who be slippin, put yo motherfuckin clip in
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20 gauge pump to ya chest put yo motherfuckin back up against the wall Niggas let bodies fall, standin up to the 6 foot chucky doll Never let no nigga put no Barret up in my face If he pull it he gotsta blast or be a motherfuckin casket case Internal bleedin coughin up blood clot, middle street Leavin em leakin, leavin dead from they head down to they fuckin feet Put a clip up in yo shit, niggas wanna take yo loot Put an AK47 up in the window of your Lexus Coupe Murderin and kids are robbers, cop killa in my hood They drunk, you slippin so they figurin that the flavors good But it ain't easy when it comes to a killa like S-P-I Born to die, sendin niggas up up to the sky Big wheeler, Covasia sippin This is for my baller patnas who be slippin
This is for you ballers who be slippin Who be slippin, put yo motherfuckin clip in This is for you ballers who be slippin Who be slippin, put yo motherfuckin clip in
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BLOAW!!! This for you ballers who be sl-sl-slippinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
