Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slide Show, artist - Rah Swish.
Date of issue: 24.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slide Show |
Ain’t shit they could do with me, I keep a Ruger with me loaded |
And I got your boo with me, I make a move and she tote it |
No rules in these streets, so I never move with emotion |
Don’t get it confused, they need the views so they trollin' |
If I do the spin thing with the gang gang, we gon' slide like a stroller |
And no, it ain’t shit change, I go insane, lose my top like a soda |
Shoot out your membranes 'til the clip bang, then it drop out, reload it |
Two-door foreign whip with a foreign bitch and she come from Novia Scotia |
I stay with my ace boon queen, Ten-Jack suited, we ain’t playin' poker (Woo) |
She gotta link, then woo east, gang gang right after I stroke her (Gang, gang) |
You better sit back, I think fast, big fact, Gelato pack potent |
Plot came gift wrapped, I ordered that, no quarterback, bitch, we throwin' (Bow) |
Offers enough, I got dual repairs |
Take over the spot, don’t care who in there (Nope) |
I slide in and out of the pussy (Wait) |
Like I’m playin' around on computer chairs (Haha) |
I need you to be true like that Buddha man (Yup) |
Why you takin' pictures? |
I don’t do the Gram (Nope) |
Nick Cannon, Doctor Lee |
Bitch, you drummin', I could show what to do with bands (Brrt, bah) |
My heart cold, no feeling (Nope) |
Nine shots roll, more in 'em (Bow) |
Play with me, go get 'em (Woo) |
Black McLaren, no ceiling (Skrrt) |
They can’t get the sauce, no sharing (Nah) |
Chopper divorce both parents (Split) |
We cannot give no chances (Nah) |
I got your bitch slow dancing (Shake it, baby) |
Ain’t shit they could do with me, I keep a Ruger with me loaded |
And I got your boo with me, I make a move and she tote it |
No rules in these streets, so I never move with emotion |
Don’t get it confused, they need the views so they trollin' |
If I do the spin thing with the gang gang, we gon' slide like a stroller |
And no, it ain’t shit change, I go insane, lose my top like a soda |
Shoot out your membranes 'til the clip bang, then it drop out, reload it |
Two-door foreign whip with a foreign bitch and she come from Novia Scotia |
Bodies droppin', I’ma pop 'em if I spot 'em, bruh (Bow) |
I think I shot him, hope I got him in his noggin (Oh my God) |
Bodies droppin', I’ma pop 'em if I spot 'em, bruh (Bow) |
I think I shot him, hope I got him in his noggin, look (Oh my God) |
Bling, blaow (Woo) |
I keep my shooters on speed dial (Brrt) |
She do 'em, tappin' out each round (Wait) |
They drivin' past with the seat down (What?) |
These niggas pussy, they frightened |
We in the field like a viking (Yah) |
Stay in your lane like you bikin' (Hold on, hold on, hold on) |
Hold on, what the fuck that nigga say? |
(Pussy) |
Ain’t shit they could do with me, I keep a Ruger with me loaded |
And I got your boo with me, I make a move and she tote it |
No rules in these streets, so I never move with emotion |
Don’t get it confused, they need the views so they trollin' |
If I do the spin thing with the gang gang, we gon' slide like a stroller |
And no, it ain’t shit change, I go insane, lose my top like a soda |
Shoot out your membranes 'til the clip bang, then it drop out, reload it |
Two-door foreign whip with a foreign bitch and she come from Novia Scotia |