Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slide, artist - Raz Simone. Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slide |
| Brrrr |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Nah nah |
| Ey, ey, ey, Ey |
| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah |
| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah |
| I hop out with that shit, we don’t drive by nigga |
| I do anything for them cause that’s my niggas |
| Even when I’m in the wind I’m making tithes/ties for my niggas |
| Baking pies for my niggas |
| Taking lives with my niggas |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| I come from the 8 |
| That’s a place |
| With a lotta apes |
| I fuck with that 'caine |
| But I’ve never let it by my face |
| Dem niggas they drill |
| But they do it off the Bo and soda |
| If I ever kill |
| Best believe I’m sliding fully sober |
| Pushing that line |
| Like an impatient fan |
| My momma say just don’t die |
| I tell her I’m in Gods hands |
| She knows I don’t slide unless I need to |
| She know that it’s bad |
| Wit that pole I’m a sav |
| Wit my hands Imma match |
| Ta yo bitch I’m a dad |
| You could thank me fa dat |
| Tell a bitch go home |
| It’s way past ya curfew |
| Try and stay in these streets in that pavement gon hurt you |
| I may spray a nigga down |
| But I still have some virtues |
| I hop out with that shit, we don’t drive by nigga |
| I do anything for them cause that’s my niggas |
| Even when I’m in the wind I’m making tithes/ties for my niggas |
| Baking pies for my niggas |
| Taking lives with my niggas |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| Ambidextrous, with the Tesla Wrist |
| That’s whippin white on autopilot |
| Put my chest in it |
| I know my bitch ain’t gon go no where |
| I’m a pessimist |
| The field be hot out here and cold as fuck like a desert wind |
| I ain’t no professor |
| I ain’t finna be professing shit |
| I may teach a few lessons |
| But I ain’t tryna test a bitch |
| I want it like an Olympic gymnast |
| I’m out here makin extra flips |
| I’m a flight attendants next of kin |
| I’m out here takin extra trips |
| We was out here all night |
| Wit our feet gettin numb |
| I was in that front seat |
| Wit that 30 stick and that drum |
| Niggas actin like they wit it |
| But we don’t know where you from |
| An you ain’t gettin no money |
| You out here beggin like a bum |
| I hop out with that shit, we don’t drive by nigga |
| I do anything for them cause that’s my niggas |
| Even when I’m in the wind I’m making tithes/ties for my niggas |
| Baking pies for my niggas |
| Taking lives with my niggas |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |
| We gon' slide, we gon' slide, we gon', we gon', we gon' slide |