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lirik lagu loe shimmy - slap ave. (2024 remastered)

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[intro]
repeat what you just did
uh
n~gga, switches up (uh), n~gga, switches up (come here)
zombie land sh~t, man, slap ave in this sh~t (ooh, bi~bighead on the beat)
bird ave, flipped five
first street, second street, third street, n~gga
n~gga, long live martin in it (huh)
n~gga, know what it is, man, n~gga, we run all that
you hear me
yeah, uh

[chorus]
uh, b~tch, i want it now, ain’t tryna wait, ain’t in this sh~t to play
i’m tired of takin’ souls, i’m tryna sell like twenty ps a day
if every application twenty~eight, punch twenty somethin’ a day
i’m tryna front you ps, but you can’t grind, you take too long to pay (uh)
what’s that sittin’ in a christmas tree? a camo baby k
i don’t buy my b~tch no tiny bags, come hold my switches, bae
tryna run it up off bubble bass like boston richey say
i spend a couple racks just on her ass, she wanna go to tay

[verse]
i spеnd a couple racks just on his head, i want him gone today
no n~gga bеtter not play with 808, i up the murder rate
i bet y’all tryna duck the feds, that switchy on me every time i catch my play
don’t want no snakes around, just stay away or you can meet the k
you pass, i want my money thumbin’
uh. i’m still in the trap, sell white girl to a bunny
ridin’ ’round, in the kitchen, baggin’ up, that’s why my nose keep runnin’
sit back grindin’, manifestin’ ms, that’s how i know it’s comin’
why she lyin’? tryna make me wife her, b~tch, i know you f~ckin’
n~ggas dyin’, once they mention me, they missin’ all of sudden
birds flyin’, put it in the air, you see the dot is comin’ (uh)
ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, uh
i can’t sign no deal unless it’s over twenty mil’ or somethin’
got this lil’ b~tch perked off too much casamigos, now she runnin’
need a money machine, it’s gettin’—
uh, uh, need a money machine, it’s too much chicken, gettin’ tired of thumbin’ (yeah, ayy, ayy)
[chorus]
uh, b~tch, i want it now, ain’t tryna wait, ain’t in this sh~t to play
i’m tired of takin’ souls, i’m tryna sell like twenty ps a day
if every application twenty~eight, punch twenty somethin’ a day
i’m tryna front you ps, but you can’t grind, you take too long to pay (uh)
what’s that sittin’ in a christmas tree? a camo baby k
i don’t buy my b~tch no tiny bags, come hold my switches, bae
tryna run it up off bubble bass like boston richey say
i spend a couple racks just on her ass, she wanna go to tay


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