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lirik lagu slip2crazy – did it for luv

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[intro]
hold up (i did it for love)
i told you all that sh~t (all that sh~t)
b~tch, let’s go!
hold up

[verse 1]
run my sh~t up, lil b~tch (b~tch)
run up my bands
i told all my b~tches, “sit up” (what?)
make it clap with no hands
i ain’t even start this sh~t, for real
i’m really just showing the plan (hold up)
and i gotta strike that thunder, everytime i’m on demand
f~f~ck what a b~tch say
pack~a~punch on the stick, it’s a r.i.p. day
use the glock as a treat, can’t trick me
kick a b~tch to the curb like sensei (let’s go)
and she know i’m too crazy with the hits, mane
i mean that’s what she said when she l!cked me
got a hunnid on the patty, i might flip rings
and lil shawty shaking ass in some ripped jeans
i’ma go rip up the beat, got ’em looking like
“d~mn, how thе f~ck you so good with the wordplay?” (hold up)
i’ma k!ll all these rappеrs and put ’em in an ashtray
if we got beef like a buffet (shh)
now, count up three stacks like andré
mvp, that’s why they gotta replay (what? f~ck)
got two hoes that go both ways
i ain’t even know these hoes want a three~way
but, f~ck it
‘member they said “you won’t have sh~t”
i got the baddest b~tch, now
‘member them racks was limited
now, my money passing bricks, yuh
started anonymous, now i pulled up and it’s hard to miss, yuh
i did it for the fame and all these hoes on my d~ck
[interlude]
yuh, yuh, yuh (hold up, hold up, hold up)
yuh, yuh (it’s slip)
(hold up, hold up, hold up)
ha

[verse 2]
too much money, can’t even count sh~t
i can stack the money up and buy two apartments
two bars in, but i’m rapping on six
got two yellow b~tches tryna chill at my crib
who the f~ck let these lame b~tches in?
if she ain’t tryna f~ck nor suck, get evict
tryna come f~ck with the gang, you get hit
and he crying for his mama like a migo’ adlib (mama)
i ain’t even hit that b~tch two times
’cause i know one time get the b~tch real steady
fetti on fetti, my pockets on fettuccine
b~tch, this ain’t no spaghetti, yuh
scope in the peep hole ‘case you wanna knock
who the f~ck that is? (hold up, hold up)
pull the fire out quick
i ain’t scared of no man or a b~tch (hold up, hold up)

[outro]
woah
ha, ha, ha


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