lirik lagu waka flocka flame - slippin'
(hook)
don’t let me catch you slippin’! x4
caught a n-gg- slippin’ outside of the parking lot
yung n-gg- partner change rang in his pockets
no mask so you know who got it
but you scared to get it back cause you know they bout it
flocka
don’t let me catch you slippin’! x4
cause you move to hollywood you ain’t good out there
send the pie rules get your sh-t took out there
bring a n-gg- sh-t straight back to atlanta
i know clay county n-gg-s got kush out there
squat
(verse)
party in the a-town, call j-prince jr.
you ain’t from the streets, you just rap a lot, n-gg-
booked for a show in the middle of the hood
you ain’t good out there this a chi town, n-gg-
-sshole by nature, f-ck it i’m trey
run that tank n-gg- like it’s a relay
you really p-ssy that’s what the streets say
f-ck who you know n-gg-, you gotta pay
out in pa, f-ckin’ with cook
heard your favorite rapper got his ap took
i’m seein’ green dots, puttin’ money on books
if he broke he hatin’ young n-gg- get money
f-ckin’ with the white girl, playboy bunny
got them n-gg-s lookin’ funny have ’em runnn’ in yo sh-t
caught ’em slippin’ pumpin’ gas, n-gg- you a sweet leak
got robbed by the bloods now you runnin’ with the crips, nah
you n-gg-s ain’t boo
i’mma call troop, he gon’ call big u
now the guns all on you n-gg- deja vu
you a question mark gangster ‘ dj clue
for that cuban link chain and that big rolex
you in the wrong scenario ‘ tribe called quest
on the jet boy mission all our clips got extensions
tryin’ to hold onto your chain, you gon’ end up missin’
(hook)
don’t let me catch you slippin’! x4
caught a n-gg- slippin’ outside of the parking lot
yung n-gg- partner change rang in his pockets
no mask so you know who got it
but you scared to get it back cause you know they bout it
flocka
don’t let me catch you slippin’! x4
cause you move to hollywood you ain’t good out there
send the pie rules get your sh-t took out there
bring a n-gg- sh-t straight back to atlanta
i know clay county n-gg-s got kush out there
squat
(verse)
i got shooters in the d, i ain’t talkin’ bout the pistons
grand theft auto, send them homies on a mission
pay yo’ -ss a visit braggin’ bout yo low ticket
shoulda kept your mouth closed, now we know your business
layin’ in yo crib like an infant, kill you in an instant
i want the sh-t for the chicken, i just hit a sweet lick,
charlie sheen, we winnin’
ten toes down with the yoppa, i’m a beast
no v-103 like greg i’m street
don’t give up the money, then it’s all rip
sendin’ head shots like the dmv
half asleep split your wig like the red sea
got stripes in the street like a referee
have a n-gg- runnin’ like a refugee
show you how to rob, got the recipe
do your homework, find out where he be at
where he hide the money put the d at
run up in yo’ sh-t we gon’ seize that
then break it down on the g pad
better be, boo you don’t need that
waka flocka flame catch me hangin’ where the g’s at
rob a dope boy, i ain’t worryin’ bout prison
can’t call the police ’bout them bricks in the kitchen
(hook)
don’t let me catch you slippin’! x4
caught a n-gg- slippin’ outside of the parking lot
yung n-gg- partner change rang in his pockets
no mask so you know who got it
but you scared to get it back cause you know they bout it
flocka
don’t let me catch you slippin’! x4
cause you move to hollywood you ain’t good out there
send the pie rules get your sh-t took out there
bring a n-gg- sh-t straight back to atlanta
i know clay county n-gg-s got kush out there
squat
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