Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Xxplosive Flow, artist - Slim Thug. Album song Thug Thursday 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.08.2014
Record label: B.H.O
Song language: English
Xxplosive Flow |
| Gon' rick on d beat, it’s d boy Thugga comin live from d streets |
| Heat on ma side got d chrome AK |
| Run up hater an ima let dat hose spray |
| Think it’s bout May here, yea it’s gettin hot |
| Might as well pull out some’n an drop d top |
| Could it be d rose or could it be a old school |
| It don’t matter cause this summer ima |
| Bitches be actin like dey got a attitude |
| Cause you see me comin down an I’m ridin rude |
| Trunk up, loud music going |
| Slim Thugga in dis bitch hell yea I’m flowin |
| Glowin like a diamond every time I step out |
| Still comin down hold ma red pot |
| What you talkin bout mayne, can’t fall off |
| It’s dat boy Thugga comin live from dat fucka now |
| Xplosive, hell yea I know it |
| Gettin higher dan bitch wid a flow chick |
| Hell yea nigga stay fly, keep a bad bitch wid me I don’t know why-hey! |
| Gotta get to d money mayne |
| An dem niggas talkin dumb mayne lookin like some dummies mayne |
| Cause I’m winnin, still in the ninth inning |
| Rappin like I’m still in d beginnin |
| Hold up, it’s dat Thugga, neva fallin off |
| Been a damn boss, still rap for d swish an haus |
| Like I said I’m tippin on four fours, still gettin money an shinin up on dem |
| hoes |
| Yea, ride clean in some’n foreign, still steppin out wid d Ralph Lauren |
| Roun d whole world I’m touring, through wit yo bitch cause yo bitch boring |
| Had bestowed me a damn star, it’s d boy Thugga Slim Thug and I’m flippin far |
| Ridin in d planes, I’ll across d lanes |
| I ain’t trippin mayne I’m still slangin kane |
| Old school, act a damn fool, yes d boy rule comin down keep d tool on ma hip |
| Slippers get got, an if you run up, a slipper get shot |
| Cause bitch I ain’t slippin, candy paint drippin |
| Fuck wit me an ima give yo ass a whippin |
| Still tippin, on fours, watch d diamonds blow |
| Ima show d smile an let d diamonds glow |
| All in yo face, haters talkin down |
| It’s yo boy Thugga comin through poppin trunks around |
| Like I said in 9−9 mayne, I be still killin boys an dem nyats grippin grain |
| It’s d grant, slam back bad bitch |
| I ain’t even gon' trip, Thugga got rich |
| But I’m still Thugga to d heart |
| An if them otha niggas talk down you know d punks don’t bark |
| On d otha side of d world |
| Run from me, boys nowadays actin like girls |
| I don’t understand it mayne |
| But I be in d black candid mayne |
| Yea, fuckin wit Slim, but Slim still ain’t fuckin wit dem |
| Mayne fuck em, row so low, yea I do dis shit down low |
| I ain’t got time fo' you frauds, hey man I swear to God |
| Still hard still real to d fuckin heart |
| Like I been dat way from the fuckin start |
| An I been dat |
| Where d fight at, ima win dat |
| I keep it real, they just pretendin |
| In d drop top back, it’s a sunny day, sun shinin |
| So you know I’m shinin like a diamond |
| Drop head silver hood, hell yea bitch, I’m livin good |
| Pullin up to d mini mansion, an I just gave d backyard expansion |
| Hold up, Thugga |