Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Water, artist - Slim Thug. Album song King of the Nawf, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.07.2019
Record label: Hogg Life
Song language: English
Water |
| Huh |
| Know what I’m talking 'bout? |
| Slim fresh out the shop man, I say man, let me put some motherfucking music |
| together for this shit |
| Big wide body ship, taking off at the light |
| Only come out when that sun out, '4s shining so bright |
| I was mixing '4s and Sprite before you came out your pop’s pipe |
| I been a boss your whole life |
| Little nigga get your mind right |
| This is Texas |
| And you gon' respect this |
| Baddest bitches in the city, put them on my checklist |
| Your house ain’t worth my necklace |
| Thuggers stay flexing |
| Hit the gym five times a week, so no stressing |
| Boss like dressing |
| Hope you get the message |
| Only got one life to live, I hope you catch your blessings |
| Look at me finessing |
| The flow I be undressing, your hoe |
| Told me please hit it slow |
| Then she say she can’t take no more |
| Damn bro, life sucks |
| Like these Instagram sluts |
| With them big fine butts |
| In her DM tryna cut |
| What the fuck too many ballers |
| Throwing beers, tryna sprawl her |
| Picked her up in my Impala |
| Hit it once and I ain’t call her |
| Thugger |
| Bill |
| Yuh, let me talk my shit |
| Uh, never hear Bill talk cheap |
| Sipping on mud, Ima talk in my sleep |
| Hoe breaking salt, but it calms my peace |
| 1500 what I got on my feet |
| This Off-White what I got on my back |
| Selling off white, what I got in my pack |
| Don’t play ball, but I play with them racks |
| City Gear niggas don’t know about sacks |
| Just dropped 30 in the 5.0 |
| Roger gon' blow when I ride through slow |
| 20 x 9s in the beeze I’ll go |
| VVS diamonds, yeah I got that glow |
| Woah, better when I slip and slide |
| Pretty little face with the hips and thighs |
| Screw in my deck, jamming hypnotized |
| 'Wood full of gas smoke grip the 9 |
| Cups stay muddy like Harvey hit it |
| Ain’t 'bout the money, don’t bargain with 'em |
| C-O-D, I don’t argue with 'em |
| Tryna take something, I bet a carbon hit 'em |
| Boss-like nigga got an army with him |
| Take a nigga bitch, I’m charming nigga |
| Pocket full of paper like Charmin in 'em |
| I’m with the smoke bitch I’m farming, grilling |
| Yeah, bitch I put on for my city |
| I’m in the coupe that don’t come with no ceiling |
| Won’t take a deal for no less than a million |
| Your bitch American, that’s how I’m feeling |
| Ice on my neck got me cool so I’m chilling |
| Rapping ain’t working so I’m back to dealing |
| I ain’t went broke that got him in his feelings |
| Go get forensics I’m making a killing, yeah |