| Yeah
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| You know we working that wood nigga
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| The holy water hehe chicken
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| They stealing my dick
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| I be feeling heat
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| Off in the gut I’ll be taking this shit
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| Nobody can stop me I tell them to quit
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| Niggas be broke like they can’t be fixed
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| Gripping that grip while I flipping that porgery
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| I make them see that quadren
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| Hustlers I never be that gowers
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| Fuck what you’re worth i’m charging
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| Still high behind, they make shit that is blacker
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| Everyday I make a movie but I’m no actor
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| Now with the truth you not the factor
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| One in the head is the risk of the jackers
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| Ain’t ntn go for the team of traitors
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| I get a greenlight that’ll go and attack you
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| Now you have no one to go and back you
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| Because there are other people paying
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| Others to pack you
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| Say what you over there vibing on
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| How you falling off of bitches I’m falling on
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| Go to play with my purple lining on
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| Go long got sports shining over
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| Pull up with that new rolie timing over
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| And I think it’s by 48 hours later
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| In the boost cause it make you greater
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| Doing me cause I don’t give a fuck about haters
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| Sipping up this drink up in this place
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| One thing I want to know is understood
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| Tipping these hoes and slapping these hoes
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| Pulling these hoes and man these hoes
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| Sipping these drinks up in display
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| One thing I want to know is understood
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| Tipping these hoes and slapping these hoes
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| Pulling these hoes and man these hoes
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| Maybe a nigga don’t know how to act
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| Chuck up in them while I make this pack
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| One of them nigga they hold me a sack
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| They sipping cordenes but before they had act
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| I do not freestyle and I do not matter
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| My wife is a kilo and bitches are better dre
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| Get so much money you haters can’t handle that
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| Live to see the back and bitches be loving that
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| Rollie be on me when I’m in the grave
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| 40 on me if you trip I’m a bay
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| Them realer nigga ain’t no getting me paid
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| Folds poking while I’m holding her leg
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| All in the game me and you fakers are nothing the same
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| We are the takers you niggas is laid
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| Spread you niggas if you play with my name yea
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| Sipping up this drink up in this place
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| One thing I want to know is understood
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| Tipping these hoes and slapping these hoes
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| Pulling these hoes and man these hoes
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| Sipping these drinks up in display
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| One thing I want to know is understood
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| Tipping these hoes and slapping these hoes
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| Pulling these hoes and man these hoes
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| East town wad up, you see Lloyd Banks
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| Yo tolotolo what’s cracking
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| Another forty eight hours
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| Been there in the streets
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| After dawn boss
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| Gripping that great old school rider
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| Whipping that engine when I pull up beside you
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| Bitch I’ve been pulling stunts like machiver
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| Three on the corner there ain’t nothing liver
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| Slamming the water looking like a diver
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| These niggas are pussies they are nothing but vagina
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| Don’t give a fuck hope they can remind you
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| Open the tit like who can find us
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| Smoking on something that captain debate
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| Greenlight yo ass and get shot in the day
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| Ain’t no mistake bitch I’m riding with trae
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| Dragging my bumper while scraping the plate
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| Pull down my stakes gonna be time to play
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| Knocking knocking now riding with trae
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| Pussy bunkers when I pull up the play
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| I’m one deep with vp and cake
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| Sipping up this drink up in this place
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| One thing I want to know is understood
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| Tipping these hoes and slapping these hoes
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| Pulling these hoes and man these hoes
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| Sipping these drinks up in display
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| One thing I want to know is understood
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| Tipping these hoes and slapping these hoes
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| Pulling these hoes and man these hoes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slant , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Another 48 Hours, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп