| Trunk beating up the block
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| I came up to a brick from a rock
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| 'Cause the boy Slim Thug riding 'lac no top
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| All I’m tryna do is find me a bop
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| Never stop keep going
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| Yeah I keep flowing
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| Year after year candy paint stay glowing
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| Got the diamonds and they showing
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| Yeah nigga gone blind
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| Repping H-Town, watch me hold the city down
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| Got the crown, king of the north
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| Who else is it but the motherfucking boss
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| And boy Slim Thugga came up from the bottom
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| When we talking cars, talking hoes, yeah I got 'em
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| Haters I spite 'em, pull a Glock from the back
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| Dropped the window, let the bitch go and crack
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| Bitch I’m the mack
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| Coming down, cutting slack
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| Gotta come through, riding '4s don’t know how to act
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| Trunk wide open boss hogging the
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| H-Town hot so I’m blowing
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| Represent the H, shout out to the Don
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| Gotta represent the city, do this shit fun
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| Do it like the '90s
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| Haters can’t find me
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| Everywhere I roll, I keep the shooters right behind me
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| H-Town legend, yeah bitch I don’t stop
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| Every summer I be off the lot with a drop
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| Bitch I pimp cash
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| Wood on the dash
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| If I get money, hell yeah it’s in the stash
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| No I can’t spend it
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| Bitch I’m a boss
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| 20 years straight, I ain’t ever fell off
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| Cut the braids out, and I took out the grill
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| Didn’t have a deal, but I still made mils
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| Haters talking down, but them haters can’t feel
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| A real nigga like me so bitch chill
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| Riding fifth wheel and the bitches on the ground
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| Repping H-Town gotcha bitch in the gown
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| Stick a dick in her, I know them boys remember
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| Thugga diamonds cold yeah it’s like it’s December
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| No I can’t fall off, bitch I keep getting it
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| Mr. Slim Thug, hell dro I’m hitting it
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| Stay gone off the Cali kush, got a bush
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| When I gotcha bitch at the crib, I push
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| All up in her
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| Riding on spinners
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| If I got the witch with me, hell she a winner
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| Yeah I’m not a beginner
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| Bitch I’m a vet
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| Riding in the black, and you know that bitch wet
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| Red insides, yeah this shit is looking buggy
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| Deuce out the roof, there goes Slim Thuggy
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| Gripping wood grain, hell yeah holdin' mane
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| Hitting the boulevard ain’t leave a damn stain
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| Trunk bang bang, yeah the bitch got knocked
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| Hoes on dick, yeah the bitch gon' bop
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| Hit the parking lot, Sunday in rose gold
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| See them other boys, and I made them niggas fold
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| Hit the address, then I’m headed to revolver
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| Keep the .45, yeah it’s a problem solver
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| Fuck around with me, bitch I put ya in the grave
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| None of you bitch niggas can fuck with Stayve
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| Straight up out the mine
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| Watch ya boy hold it down
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| I be on my grind, coming down summer time
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| 100 outside so I hopped up in the Rolls
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| Pay cash for it, so I’m stealing all your hoes
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| Sugar daddy Slim, yeah bitch I still got it
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| I be hitting the boulevard, it’s some real traffic
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| Might be in Mexico with your sexy hoe
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| I ain’t even tripping, you can have her, I let her go
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| Get 'em by the twos
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| Give boys the blues
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| Every time you see me I be stepped in fresh shoes
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| Gotta stay fly
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| Gotta stay high
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| If I hit the boulevard, yeah you know it’s live
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| Yeah snow is life, yeah straight up off the mind
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| H-Town Nawf side, bitch I’m 'bout my grind
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| Represent the boss
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| Represent the House |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beating Up the Block , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album King of the Nawf, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп