| Louis V with the red inside
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| Red bottom with the spikes on the outside
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| He ain’t from the streets, better not come outside
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| Put the tint on the Bentley, nigga, I’m hiding
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| Made ten thousand before the horizon
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| Dope hole 1'5 selling them bean pies
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| Keep me a chopper, these niggas won’t try me
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| Cook up the dope in my draws, they Versace
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| Jump in the Bentley, now I’m sliding
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| Fucking your bitch, I’m sliding
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| Whipping up dope, I done fucked up my spine
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| Chop up the work, now I’m sliding
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| All my young niggas, they sliding
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| Brand new Givenchys, I’m sliding
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| Sell me a brick and I’m sliding
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| Shoot that shit up and I’m sliding
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| Dropped that work off in the Aston
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| Shoot your shit up in the Mazi
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| All of my niggas, they wilding
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| All of my niggas, they violent
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| All of my niggas get money
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| I’m talking huncho, never blue hundreds
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| I’m what they made that bitch red
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| Everything 'round me wet
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| I’m pointing, they spray, you dead
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| I hit a lick and go buy some new wagons
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| I’m in Designer, ain’t talking 'bout Bally
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| The Mason Margiela, you know they don’t have it
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| We ain’t having money problems
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| We ain’t having drink problems
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| We ain’t having Perky problems
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| We just looking for a problem
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| Giuseppe with the gold buckles on the outside
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| Bricks came in with the stamp on the outside
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| Young nigga plugged in, straight off that 1'5
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| Robbing and taxing, you know that’s my job
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| Stay down in the trap until you gon' starve
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| Know that I came off the block with them drugs
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| Fuck nigga playing, they hated and they killed my partner’s plug
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| Now I can’t show you no love
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| I’ve been in this bitch, I’m holding my grudge
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| Chopper hold a hundred of them slugs
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| I’m DrugRixh, bitch, I started a plug
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| I’m drinking on red, Carter cup blood
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| Louis V with the red inside
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| Red bottom with the spikes on the outside
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| He ain’t from the streets, better not come outside
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| Put the tint on the Bentley, nigga, I’m hiding
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| Made ten thousand before the horizon
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| Dope hole 1'5 selling them bean pies
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| Keep me a chopper, these niggas won’t try me
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| Cook up the dope in my draws, they Versace
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| Jump in the Bentley, now I’m sliding
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| Fucking your bitch, I’m sliding
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| Whipping up dope, I done fucked up my spine
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| Chop up the work, now I’m sliding
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| All my young niggas, they sliding
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| Brand new Givenchys, I’m sliding
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| Sell me a brick and I’m sliding
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| Shoot that shit up and I’m sliding
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| Young nigga raised on the dirty fork
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| Givenchys, I got a specific walk
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| Sliding in the trap like I’m Tony Hawk
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| Ten bales of that gas at the Green Box
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| New Bentley, guess what else I just bought?
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| Louis V duffel, cost me a loft
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| Ten thousand bet it on the coin toss
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| Shoot that shit up, then I skurted off
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| Check out a truckload, I serve it all
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| Sold him a dummy inside of DeKalb Mall
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| Keep me a chopper with the on
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| Ready to shoot, nigga, Quick Draw
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| Pull up in the hood, I’m sliding on them
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| Fucking your bitch with these diamonds on them
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| Same nigga used to serve on the corner
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| MONY POWR RSPT, nigga, I’m Tony
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| Ol' 30, yeah, keep me a thirty
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| 20 gang, bitch, you know that I’m bloody
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| Full of red, I gotta pour the shit, muddy
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| Got a new chopper and a bitch want a hundred
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| And I’m real active, but I’m all about that money
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| New stray, you gon' hear me when I’m boming
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| Percs 10, eat the bitches like gummies
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| A hundred deep and so you know it ain’t jumping
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| Balled Pablo, say everything red
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| If you a plate, then I know that you’re dead
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| Don’t go to the bottom, I know that it’s red
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| Don’t kiss your bitches, I only want head
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| I caught 30 racks, a whole loaf of bread
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| You won’t serve me, I know that you’re scared
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| I ain’t tripping, you probably the Feds
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| I’m up in Saks and I’m looking for red
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| Louis V with the red inside
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| Red bottom with the spikes on the outside
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| He ain’t from the streets, better not come outside
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| Put the tint on the Bentley, nigga, I’m hiding
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| Made ten thousand before the horizon
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| Dope hole 1'5 selling them bean pies
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| Keep me a chopper, these niggas won’t try me
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| Cook up the dope in my draws, they Versace
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| Jump in the Bentley, now I’m sliding
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| Fucking your bitch, I’m sliding
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| Whipping up dope, I done fucked up my spine
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| Chop up the work, now I’m sliding
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| All my young niggas, they sliding
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| Brand new Givenchys, I’m sliding
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| Sell me a brick and I’m sliding
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| Shoot that shit up and I’m sliding |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sliding , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album 1 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп