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Slump6s - Rap, In English

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[Intro] (Tee) Woo, woo (Phoenix) Woo (Down, down) Woo, woo (Down) Woo (Down, down, down down) Woo (Down, down, down) Woo (Down, down, down, down) [Verse 1] Open that bitch up Yeah, open that bitch up Yeah, don't fuck wit' pictures (Shh, shh) Don't wanna hear that shit, boy, shut that shit up Brudda walk in, tryna blitz up Lame nigga run and got hit up (Bleh, bleh) [Chorus] All my niggas, bread getters And we aimin' for heads, nigga All I see is red, nigga Racks, they come in the mail Bitch, this part of my coat We got sticks, for you and yo' bro I got rich, did that on my own Yeah, yeah, (Bitch), air that ho out I'm built from the South This bih' let me cum in her mouth Tell me why, what's that about? What's that about? What's that about? What's that about? [Verse 2] We run in your house He tried to run up, this 7.62, get a fuck nigga down (Woo) Told that bitch, "Put the Glock in my hand", got a 'hunnid some rounds (Woo) Damn, way before I hit the stage, I was rollin' loud (Woo) Look at them boys, it's a shame how we goin' out (Yeah, yeah) I told my bro, "Hold it down", damn (Woo) They tryna copy the sound, damn (Woo) Why I don't trip what they 'bout? Damn (Woo) Walk in, they checkin' me out, damn Ain't work a day, for a boss, damn (Woo) Bitch, I'ma ball, NBA Money, that shit on my deck, bitch My niggas find where you stay, catch him Bullets gon' fly out the Wraith, stretch him (Ooh) I don't say shit like Charades, test him That nigga not in the game, bench him We turn that boy to a strain, send him up Talk on my name, okay, bet it up Life is a game, gotta set it up I switched yo' chain to some VETEMENTS (Yeah) I'm really sure you can get this, yeah Gang runnin' shit like it's fitness, yeah Pockets so fat like a big bitch, yeah New body bag, gotta zip him up (Oh-oh, oh-oh) [Chorus] All my niggas, bread getters And we aimin' for heads, nigga All I see is red, nigga Racks, they come in the mail Bitch, this part of my coat We got sticks, for you and yo' bro I got rich, did that on my own Yeah, yeah, (Bitch), air that ho out I'm built from the South This bih' let me cum in her mouth Tell me why, what's that about? What's that about? What's that about? What's that about?

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Credits

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  • Slump6s
  • GloryTee
  • 1phoeniix