| Slammin', Freddie pull up in some '84 shit
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| Wrote this flow while smoking on dope, so call me the dopest
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| Crush these niggas feelings, then come right back in some mo shit
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| Different colors diamonds, I’m about to stunt on my old bitch
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| And slide out…
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| Black Macs and Cadillacs when we ride out
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| Man these bitches gon' stay attached when I slide out
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| We relax and take 'em back to my hideout
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| Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out
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| Black Macs and Cadillacs when we ride out
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| Man these bitches gon' stay attached when I slide out
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| We relax and take 'em back to my hideout
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| Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out
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| East Gary Indiana, bitch I’m puttin on
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| Get my weed out on the west cause that’s my second home
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| Before you try to check a nigga, check out who you checkin on
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| Robbing on my resume, bitch I’m invading homes
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| Niggas call me Freddie Forgiato, I’m on low pros
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| Can’t be sleepin on these streets, bitch it’s no doze
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| Shouts out to the gang bangers, cain slingers flippin o’s
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| Piru’s, Hoover’s, 8-tre's and 6-O's
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| Ride out
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| Plenty bitches got em undressin in my hideout
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| Bet she wishing I got her pregnant once I slide out
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| All my bitches is perfect 10s, nigga dime’d out
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| Keep it goin until her baby daddy find out
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| Keep a weapon, I’m never stressin
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| Shout out to G Malone, Jay Rock and 211
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| The peoples say my potna’s is killers, menaces, dope dealers
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| Gangsta Gibbs, just a neighborhood thug nigga
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| Ride out…
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| Black macs and cadillacs when we ride out
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| Man these bitches gon' stay attached when I slide out
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| We relax and take em back to my hideout
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| Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out
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| (How about you and I
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| Hit the sky
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| Let’s take a ride
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| Come on let’s go)
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| Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out
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| Gold D’s and purple trees, let me fire up
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| Red Bull and Grey Goose til we wired up
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| She tell me she wanna see me, but I’m tied up
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| Shit I got a personal driver, put ya ride up
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| Yeah, a nigga shooting them dice, put ya five up
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| Say what we doin tonight, make ya mind up
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| Look I got this lil Cristal to get you out of them drawers
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| I’mma keep it raw
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| After I do hit, I’m probably never’ll call on some rap shit
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| Yeah I used to work at the mall on some black shit
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| Selling these hoes clothes, I’m a mack bitch
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| Can’t you tell in my flows?
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| Gold rings on, Chanel Platinum all in her nose
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| That’s my theme song
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| And you can’t play the homies cause the team’s strong
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| Girl we can’t do nothin with them jeans on, on
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| So let them legs slide out
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| Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out
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| You and I
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| Hit the sky
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| Let’s take a ride
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| Come on let’s go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Menace II Society , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Cold Day In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп