lirik lagu slim 400 - what dey talkin
[intro: slim 400]
n~ggas don’t f~ckin’ understand (hol’ up, hol’ up)
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[verse: slim 400]
b~tches hating on a n~gga, but they still love me
mind through bompton, front lining, miss the dead homies
never switched, made it gangsta, all i throw is t’s (piru)
and leave these n~ggas in the street, so they think of me
cold k!ller, n~ggas know, i don’t f~ck with who?
information from a b~tch, so i’m sliding through
gutter slim, ain’t changed, but my money do (haha)
and f~ck these snake ass n~ggas, is that a homie of you?
ain’t my friend, ain’t my foe, i don’t f~ck with you
all i do is get this money and stay h~lla true
[?] made n~gga, who the f~ck is you? (who are you?)
got a lot at granny house, and made a dub or two
make this money, get this money, all i f~cking do (haha)
snitch n~ggas b~tch made, yeah, i f~cking knew (ayy, look)
got a plan to get these mil’s dolla~dollar bill (tap me out)
ain’t no slippin’, ain’t no lackin’, gotta keep it trill
[chorus: gp3]
my whip all black, i got the seats red
youngest n~gga winning
bangin’ bloods, getting to the bread
lil’ baby face
she love the pimpin’, but i love the head
n~ggas always asking what i do, they talking to the feds
really ’bout a bag, b~tch i need it now
i be stacking bags, filling bags like a cash cow
snake ass n~ggas pillow talking to the b~tches now
n~ggas acting hard until i see ’em
they be goin’ out
[verse 3: celly ru]
throw up the gang, n~ggas know the name
celly ru, [?] village piru, only thing i bang
what you claim?
[?], my lil’ drillers aim
i’m from [?]
ain’t no [?] with me, they bang h~lla gangs
i’m from [?], n~ggas know who really put it on the map
streets’ a wrap, it don’t really matter
we the king of that
“get a bag”, what i tell a b~tch
how i leave her ass
she a fad, we gon’ plunge in that, she won’t [?]
set her down, put her in a room
she won’t leave the trap
what’s the count?
she gon’ come correct if we bring it back
lil’ n~gga tryna eat a mil’
he can’t eat a rack
10k is really [?] money
he feel rich with that
pull up with a stick
if he ain’t from here, he get stripped with that
put his lil’ b~tch ass in the dirt and you can’t get him back
kick over the candles at the spot them n~ggas lit him at
he the reason why his dawg ain’t livin’
how you live with that? (haha)
[chorus: gp3]
my whip all black, i got the seats red
youngest n~gga winning
bangin’ bloods, getting to the bread
lil’ baby face
she love the pimpin’, but i love the head
n~ggas always asking what i do, they talking to the feds
really ’bout a bag, b~tch i need it now
i be stacking bags, filling bags like a cash cow
snake ass n~ggas pillow talking to the b~tches now
n~ggas acting hard until i see ’em
they be goin’ out
[outro: slim 400]
hahaha
and these n~ggas want me to leave the bity
i mean they just want me just to up and move
but i ain’t goin’ for it
ayy, b~tch if you want me
ayy, b~tch come holla at me
n~gga, i’m doing this sh~t for bompton, n~gga
bompton what it is, n~gga
bye ([?])
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