| You can look me in my eyes, you can see the anger
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| I got murder on my mind when I fill the chamber
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| Yea, grab the stick, grab the stick, hit and stank em
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| I’m gon' road kill a bitch, you know I’m gon' stank em
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| Yea, the opps be talkin shit, but they know what we be bout
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| I’m-I'm gon' park down the street and wait for him to walk out
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| 40−40 Glock, extendo, fist fight, gun play
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| I told Lit Yoshi hit em in the face cause that’s the best way…
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know that we be Slidin (slidin)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea, we got your mama crying (crying)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that’s on Gang, Bitch we Slidin (That's on Gang,
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| Bitch!)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know that we be Slidin (slidin)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea, we got your mama crying (crying)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that’s on Gang, Bitch we Slidin
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| I got a bunch of grandma killers hoppin out these tinted rentals (bow, bow, bow)
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| Hollows rippin through your wooded house, tryna give you splinters (grrrrr)
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| F-F-Fuck with me and you gon' lay, and I don’t speak about no beef (I swear to
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| God)
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| I drop a bag on your head, and that’s how my niggas eat (blatt)
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| I shot em with my left hand, but I’m better with the right (better with the
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| right)
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| Yea, Free Tha Landlord, get you rolled off with a kite
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| He-He had dissed me on the gram, my niggas asking what’s the price (ahh)
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| You never know how we be comin, might just slide on a bike (grrrr)…
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know that we be Slidin (slidin)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea, we got your mama crying (crying)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that’s on Gang, Bitch we Slidin (That's on Gang,
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| Bitch!)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know that we be Slidin (slidin)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea, we got your mama crying (crying)
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| (Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that’s on Gang, Bitch we Slidin
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| (And you know that we be Slidin
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| And you know your niggas dying
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| Yea, we got your mama crying
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| And that’s on Gang, Bitch we Slidin)
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| That’s on Gang, bitch! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slidin, artist - Fredo Bang. Album song Pain Made Me Numb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп