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๐Ÿ‘ค VL Deck feat. NBA Youngboy โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Trap Pastor โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:11
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โฑ๏ธ 3:11 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 5422418

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Slime
In the back of the car ain wasting no time
Tell that hoe let me feel on her body
Ima post in the eight,
Wit a pole of my waist, wit a whole lotta racks in my pocket
Ima real street nigga,
Ion need no save, matter fact I just got a deposit
Every time I go hard they can't stop
It, ain letting it go cause I got it
Everybody talk down,
Half of them be fakes, nigga watch how I walk in and walk out
Nigga gotta come down for em' to get a save
But I stay with that scrap for when shut pop off
For a grain on your head,
Nigga watch how you talk, ima 38 baby I'm straight out that North
We don't do this for caught,
You can get it right now, we be laying down law
Nigga fuck what you thought

And I noticed that I'm chosen
He died from his words, they was outspoken
My nigga fuck what you heard, we run down on him
They tried to take us, every since mane we been on him
This for my nigga he been trapping for so long now
Hope that you get on I got you back that's right or wrong
Post on that block we get on,
Wit a bag full of stones and stolen firearm
Just praying that we make it home, I feel you nigga

Tell that bitch that I needed a perky, before I lay down and fuck
Get them bands out the trap, we go load up the truck
I need more and more money I can't get enough
If they shut up, they shot where we at, burn it up
Real hitta no flogging, he up he go dunk
When you playing with me bitch you killing yo self
We go bring you that smoke, however you want
Double G, 4kt put that on dump
Nobody safe if you play, you get slumped
Took off and I landed, and I ready to launch
If I never do nun, ima rep where I'm from
Everywhere that I go ima tote me a gun
Screaming fuck all these nigga that never gave me nun
Every time that it's war, I be pushing that button
Got it outta the dirt, I don't owe a bitch nothing
Gang

And I noticed that I'm chosen
He died from his words, they was outspoken
My nigga fuck what you heard, we run down on him
They tried to take us, every since mane we been on him
This for my nigga he been trapping for so long now
Hope that you get on I got you back that's right or wrong
Post on that block we get on,
Wit a bag full of stones and stolen firearm
Just praying that we make it home, I feel you nigga

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