| Yeah
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| Know what I’m talkin' 'bout?
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| Screwed up click
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| Hoes be on my zipper
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| I’m bald fade with the clippers
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| I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip
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| Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper zipper
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| I’m bald fade with the clippers clippers
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| I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip toe
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| Tryna take a nigga’s trunk off mane
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| June 27th nigga, come on
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| Coming down the boule' moving slow
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| I was draped to drip right out the door
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| Everything was clean like what you know
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| You ain’t down with Screw you got to go
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| Riding glass, me I call it fours
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| I’m the shit, you sense it through your nose
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| Bang all through your body like it’s blowers
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| Pop the door, you feel it through your toes
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| Rack for rack, I guess I got to count it
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| After that, it’s racks I got to count it
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| When I’m done, I package, out of town it
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| I done lost my mind and never found it
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| Keep a light like I’m Coors
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| Brand new house, I’m pissed, too many doors
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| I guess my shit way better than yours
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| I was getting platinum, steel, getting awards
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| I’m gon' go tonight, I’ll show you rif'
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| You not tryna win, I’m not your type
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| Fresh out Texas, might just take a flight
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| Hit your bitch and greet her with the pipe
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| From the back or in the throat I might
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| Beat it up, you think I’m tryna fight
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| Something foreign, skin she got was bright
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| Chain was black, the diamonds on it white
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| Hoes be on my zipper
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| I’m bald fade with the clippers
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| I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip
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| Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper
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| I’m bald fade with the clippers
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| I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip
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| Hoes be on my zipper
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| I’m bald fade with the clippers
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| I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip
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| Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper
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| I’m bald fade with the clippers
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| I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip
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| Hoes be on my
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| I rep the hood, bottom of it
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| From the West, therefore you gotta love it
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| Foreign classy but I gotta thug it
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| Fuck the crib, I’m tryna shine in public
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| Nigga I ain’t finna play with 'em
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| I’m a swing any day with 'em
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| I’ll trip and the K get 'em
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| Jump line, you’ll stay with 'em
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| I used to be creased up, jeans creased down
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| Down 16, going south, east bound
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| I was caught up in the game, no rebound
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| You ain’t sounding like Truth, can’t be 'round
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| I was slow, loud, and banging
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| You don’t know that nigga, what was you dranking?
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| I rep the city from Collin to Rankin
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| I went to business with Benjamin Franklin
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| Hoes be on my zipper
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| I’m bald fade with the clippers
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| I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip
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| Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper
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| I’m bald fade with the clippers
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| I’m a- I’m a hit the boulevard slow and tip
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| Hoes be on my |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slow & Tip Toe , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Another 48 Hours, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп