| Catch his ass slippin' for that money
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| Catch his ass slippin' for that money, boy, I swear to God
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| Catch his ass slippin' for that money (Swear to God)
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| Catch his ass slippin' for that money, boy, I swear to God
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| Catch his ass slippin' for that money (Swear to God)
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| Catch his ass slippin' for that money, boy, I swear to God (Shh)
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| Snuck up on that nigga with a rifle, I swear to God (Shh, shh)
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| Tie his mans up, my bands up, boy, I swear to God
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| Y’all niggas be shootin' with your eyes closed, Bird Box
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| I be worried 'bout my soul, I think I’m scared of God
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| I still got gun smoke in my throat, it got me scared to cough
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| I caught her goin through my phone, she damn near scared me off
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| And she ain’t scared to box, I can die tomorrow anyway
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| So fuck me every day
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| Fuck me every day
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| (Fuck-fuck-fuck) Fuck me every day
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| (Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck) Fuck me every day
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| (Fuck-fuck) Fuck me every day
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| (Fuck) Fuck me every day
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| (Fuck-fuck-fuck) Fuck me every day
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| (Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck) Fuck me every day
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| (Fuck-fuck-fuck) Fuck me every day
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| (Fuck-fuck-fuck)
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| Ooh-woo-woo (What?)
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| We gon' catch 'em slippin', that’s what we do
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| Niggas out here lookin' like some beetles
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| Steppin' on you niggas 'cause y’all feeble
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| Girl, I been that nigga since EVISU (Fah, fah, fah)
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| Pop up on a nigga like some measles
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| They say Supa out here robbin' idols, no credit fraud
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| Snuck up on that nigga with a rifle, I swear to God
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| (Catch his ass slippin' for the money)
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| Snuck up on that nigga with a rifle, I swear to God
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| (Catch his ass slippin' for that money, boy, I swear to God)
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| (Catch his ass slippin' for the money)
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| Snuck up on that nigga with a rifle, I swear to God
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| (Catch his ass slippin' for that money, boy, I swear to God)
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| (Catch his ass slippin' for the money, boy, I swear to God)
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| Snuck up on that nigga with a rifle, I swear to God
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| (Catch his ass slippin' for that money)
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| Snuck up on that nigga with a rifle, I swear to God
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| (Catch his ass slippin' for that money, boy, I swear to God)
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| Shh, shh, shh, shh
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| Apex everything, I don’t love anybody
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| Gave death wedding ring, she gave back everything
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| Baby girl, I’m caught up in these streets, yeah
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| If they catch me slippin', uh, I’m deceased, yeah
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| Every shot counts when it’s for keeps, yeah
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| Blood adorn the Gucci on my feets, yeah
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| Apex, apex, so apex I levitate
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| Fuck 'em all, let 'em hate, the tape comin', let 'em wait
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| Thousand pack Freddy, bitch I’ve never been a featherweight
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| Big ass Glock on me, I won’t hesitate
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| Bitch, I’m tryna fuck, fuck, fuck 'til you celebrate
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| If he trip, buck, buck, buck at his fuckin' face
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| Gotta keep it on me, niggas act up
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| 30 bands on me, I’ma fuck it up
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| I don’t fuck with nobody, my stacks up
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| I don’t know your homie, tell that pussy back up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SLIPPIN / APEX , by - Supa Bwe. Song from the album Just Say Thank You, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп