Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trash, artist - Slim Thug. Album song Tha Boss, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2002
Record label: Hogg Life
Song language: English
Trash |
Fuck Northstar, you old bitch ass, midget ass nigga |
Get off my motherfucking dick, fuck Big Ballin |
You old bootlegging, old weak ass, trash ass, hoe ass niggas |
(y'all) you niggas fell off (niggas) |
My niggas run the North (are) |
You can’t fuck with the Boss |
(trash) here come another loss |
Brace yourself, for the main event from the Boss |
Every hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out |
Another loss on they record, them broke niggas insane |
Y’all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang |
Talking down on my name, so I’m punishing fools |
I understand why y’all hating, y’all got nothing to lose |
I got a lot to lose but fuck it, I won’t lose my respect |
The more I start getting checks, the more they start having plex |
They do this shit to sell records, everybody telling me They might get a lil money, but not more than me Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain’t no 60−40 deal |
I’m getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still |
That mean these niggas still broke, Street Fame still won’t get sold |
They the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed |
And to that other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic |
He certified garbage, you can’t fuck with me trick |
(ready, aim, fire), I’m bout make these haters retire |
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick suckers for hire |
Boss Hogg and PIE, we running these streets |
Got beef, my heat’ll have you run in the streets |
Calling police saying laws, come get them Outlaws |
They left me in the desert, in nothing but my draws |
Bitch we raw, whether you believe it or not |
Come in my face with that plex, and you won’t leave back out |
(*talking*) |
Old bitch ass nigga, you gon have to graduate |
A couple of mo’classes to fuck with me, ha Correct me if I’m wrong, anywhere in this song |
The same nigga who stole your cash, is who’s c.d. |
you on What happened to I made them niggas, and they stole from me You never was acting, nigga you is funny |
I peeped your gay ways, way back in the days |
Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn’t rap on stage |
All your fans was like man, this lil nigga a bitch |
When he can’t get his way, he quick to pitch a fit |
I’ma do this I’ma do that, well what’s stopping you Yo I saw you and Young Cappo, at the corner sto' |
On you niggas corner, while I was talking to 50/50 |
If you wanted me so bad, why the fuck you ain’t get me |
Y’all look dead in my face, saw me in broad day |
When I got behind you niggas car, you went the other way |
Talking bout you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke |
Last time I saw Big Pic, that bitch spoke |
And North lying, trying to blame everything on chop |
Bitch I know you bootlegging, let the lies stop |
You don’t sell enough c.d.'s, to buy you a car |
Help Lil’Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar |
You hollin’bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out |
While you standing straight up, I’ll stick my dick in your mouth |
Midget ass nigga, comb your nappy ass hair |
You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear |
Don’t make me tie your dirty ass up, and give you a bath |
You looking like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave |
Talking bout I’m trying to plea barging, with your O. G Bullshit bitch, your O.G. |
is me Call me O.G. |
Slim Thug, bitch ass nigga |
I might be young, but bitch I’m a rich ass nigga |
And I’ma keep dogging your hoe ass, till you apologize |
And squash all this shit, like the rest of you guys, hoe |