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Slide (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : FBG Duck
[FBG Duck:]
Ay Ewell, I don't want no autotune Yeah you know lately Fuck all that shit We been on a whole 'lot of gang shit you know, never lane switch That's how I'm comin' Gang gang since potty train, all that shit Oh this how you comin' too? Naw for real This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in) Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans) I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend) I don't fuck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn (damn) Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real) I can't make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?) You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (pussy) 'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah) Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah) Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then You don't wanna hear that frrtp then shhh 'Fore I sneak up on you with that pew pew pew (ugh) Ridin' with that wish-a-nigga-would (uh) This right here'll turn a nigga name to a hood Bumped into a bitch I knew in high school Look, been tried to fuck you, bitch, you past due Remember you was dissin' in the classroom Now you tryna top me in the bathroom You wasn't out here with the gang bitch you lyin' You wasn't duckin from the 12 totin' the iron I can't trust you bitch if you not one of mine We don't need no new niggas, yeah, bitch we fine This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in) Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans) I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend) I don't fuck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real) I can't make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?) You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (pussy) 'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah) Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah) Ayy, let me tell y'all a little somethin' Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in I'ma talk my shit Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then [21 Savage:] Let me see you slide (straight up) Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce fire (on god) Slaughter Gang, rep that dagger, don't get crucified (on god) Glock 33 with the 30 hangin' out, I swear my trigger finger itchin' After the candle light, we pushin' up, shoot the funeral up You think cause you went and tatted your face, that shit make you tough? Saiga-12 and I fill it with slugs, thotty got hit with a bust This bitch trippin' tryna face time, I'm tryna catch me a nut Roll the window down, stick the choppers out Fuck a diss song, nigga let's shoot it out Lace my boots up, put the coupes up Grab a hotbox, time to shoot stuff Savage from the 6 where they tote a lot of big shit Savage pop a lot of shit, like that nigga foreign clip Hit his car so many times, that Draco made a sunroof Fuck a fistfight I'ma show you what these guns do (21, 21) The streets raised me, I'm a bastard (straight up) All these bodies wanna hire me a pastor (yeah-yeah) Mossberg, hit his chest and gave that nigga astma (21) Middle school to high school, I was stealin' plasmas [FBG Duck:] This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in) Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans) I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend) I don't fuck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real) I can't make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?) You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (pussy) 'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah) Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah) Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (loud) |
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