| G’eah Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon mayn
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| Bitch ass niggas, need to close they motherfucking mouth Killa
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| The big Boss here to set it off, lay on your flo’s
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| Before we cock these 4−4's, and blow your brain out your nose
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| I’m tired of talking to you rappers, you dudes is trans-sex
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| Trying to make a nigga guess, with your down low plex
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| Don’t sing it nigga bring it, let’s gon get it on
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| Matter fact fuck all that, say my name in your songs
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| You punks is emcees, don’t battle with real G’s
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| You ain’t heard niggas is broke, they killing for small fees
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| My killers got kids to feed, I fulfill they needs
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| And drop em a couple thee, to make your bitch ass bleed
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| I don’t like having problems, so I solve em quick
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| So I bust a tech nine, till the bitch won’t click
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| The click I’m with is made niggas, hustlers slash grave diggers
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| I pop ya or put a hit out, whichever one save figgas
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| I got lawyers on my team, that I pay good green
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| That tend to keep my record clean, cause they beat everything
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| Teflon don, don’t shit stick to the Boss
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| But these sticky green sticks, that I stick in my mouth
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| You think you fucking with my folks, ha-ha you got jokes
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| Talking bout you got dope, you bitch niggas is broke
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| You frauds don’t even smoke, please stop your lying
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| Befo' you get in some real shit, and niggas start dying
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| And these bullets start flying, at your mama home
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| Keep busting towards your dome, until all my drama gone
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| Boss Hogg Familia, (thicker than water)
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| Black talons got em leaking shit, (thicker than water)
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| Promethazine got the Sprite mix, (thicker than water)
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| Slim Thug, Killa Kyleon niggas not we
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| It’s on and hopping out of my van, Glock in my hand
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| I’m fin to hit private for blocks of surran, them bullets stopping your man
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| If they come try to test Kyle, they’ll enter his chest while
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| And stop his life like west nile, live in the water with reptiles
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| Trained killers, that pray on the weak
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| My trigger finger lay on the heat, you lay on the street
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| My click playing for keeps, no shorts no losses
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| If you don’t come up off it, you seeing hearts and crosses
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| We not marks we bosses, like Sam and Nick
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| Merk you behind lil' shit, like grams and nick’s
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| Get with the fam' and split, in a Lincoln Continental
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| Four bodies in the trunk, now it’s a stinking Continental
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| Be thinking confidential, ay go hide the pies
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| Then get with your click, to divide the pies
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| Anybody need work, I provide them pies
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| With out of town licks need, so I’ma provide them fives nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thicka Than Water Flow , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Having Thangs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп