Slidin

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Clyde Carson - Rap

Slidin

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[Verse 1] (Yeah, I) Finna give my saucier some new [?] Turned up of that juice, like I'm sunny, bro Topped-down on that stain, when it's sunny, though We'll be talkin' 'bout it, but it ain't 'bout the money, though We used to fight, put on gloves and the [?] would begin Hit the ways and go some rounds, just to see where it hints That's the reason why that nigga murda turned up I catch any bae, you wanna get on first stop? Look, [?] but the first got away I gave it to PA, when I caught my first case I felt like a boss when I bought my first place I felt like a mack when I got my first Mercedes Posers on the suburban, I'm standin' on the roof Sideshowin' a East, some haters caught on foot Bitch, go get a bag, then come home and cook Wood over her wrap and all this is Kush [Chorus] (Slidin') Sippin' mixed liquor with your bitch, homie (Slidin') Switchin' lanes, she tryna put her lips on me (Slidin') I got [?], packed-up in my [?], homie (Slidin') She was opposite, you like the trip, homie (Slidin') I'mma be that nigga, please don't be salty (Slidin') Got you lookin' crazy when you speak on me (Slidin') Be smarter nigga, tryna reach on me (Slidin') Dog ass nigga, ain't no leech on me [Verse 2] She's a chooser, I'm a user That ain't my boo thang, no that shit's my booster Red-white dice fallin' on the pool table It's been Hennessy for breakfast and a Dosa (Slidin') All of you of niggas for the [?], yeah (Slidin') Double-back bitch nigga got a semi [?] (Slidin') Step-in in some steppers, it's designer (Slidin') Got a brand new bitch, and she the finest Ran about the house but what was I lookin' for, then I found it [?] my pinkie is [?], weakest nigga be the loudest Play to much, yo nigga childish, bunch of mind games Got a pie up on the counter, bunch of high grapes Deal with Ferguson, a room and my uncles Drivin' for a week, hit the road when we talkin' How much do we own? Show-money, just for walkin' Highway, cross another state, we ain't [?] yet [Chorus] (Slidin') Sippin' mixed liquor with your bitch, homie (Slidin') Switchin' lanes, she tryna put her lips on me (Slidin') I got [?], packed-up in my [?], homie (Slidin') She was opposite, you like the trip, homie (Slidin') I'mma be that nigga, please don't be salty (Slidin') Got you lookin' crazy when you speak on me (Slidin') Be smarter nigga, tryna reach on me (Slidin') Dog ass nigga, ain't no leech on me

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  • Clyde Carson