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chuuwee & money montage – slip in + slide كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(montage)
yeah, yeah
yeah
talk to these n_ggas
(chris rose gon’ be the reason we gon’ blow)

[chorus]
swim in that p_ssy, know she in for a ride, yeah
i never fold but i still slip and slide
she just in l_st, i see it in her eyes (yeah)
she found me once then she won’t get my time (ayy)

[verse 1]
need my respect and i tell ’em give me mine (give me mine)
you ain’t finna find another n_gga who could live this life
i lost it all once, but i’m different, i [?] get it twice
tried to front on me but the n_gga, he couldn’t fit my size
this sh_t offensive, look at you different, i see the [?]
[?] to me’ll get you in that backroom, you couldn’t sit inside
so [?] get you suspended, or else penalized
you tryna cut then speak with vindiction and go and get your slide
these n_ggas actin’ suspicious but won’t admit it
why i seen you gift but i don’t f_ck with you?
i get your tissue now
n_ggas hit my line like we beefin’, i don’t remember how
you ain’t from the where but i see you twisting your fingers now
this sh_t is foul and you a cold b_tch
born in the mid_90s, been grindin’ since ’bout ’06
raise the temperature on you n_ggas, i swear i’m so tempted
’cause you ain’t ’bout your business but you always got your nose in it
’cause you ain’t ’bout your business but you always got your nose in it (ayy, n_gga)
[chorus]
swim in that p_ssy, know she in for a ride, yeah
i never fold but i still slip and slide
she just in l_st, i see it in her eyes (yeah)
she found me once then she won’t get my time (ayy)

[verse 2]
i lost it all twice but i’m different, i got it three times
why you in my business? you need to get onto [?]
eleven years payin’ the rent, crib by the seaside
i’m shinin’ like the sun god, this ain’t a sight for weak eyes
you can them back the advance, but i’m finna keep mine
i hit for thirty_thousand and blew it on coppin’ three rides
somebody always doin’ me filthy but it’ll be fine
pourin’ up the weed, lean frequently like it’s cheap wine
address me as “your highness” ’cause you don’t know me like t.i
why you so quick to speak on?
magic, fl!ck of the wrist and then, poof, and a n_gga be gone
keep me somethin’ to chief on, k!ll whatever i breathe on
finna go do the show run, promise you i won’t be long
n_ggas think they the greatest, we skip they sh_t to the b_side
what you ever be claimin’? i seen you throw up a few signs
money comin’ a few times (yeah), stack it up like a moon pie (yeah)
stack it up to the moon, high, high as the f_ckin’ moon ride
i don’t f_ck with these new guys, n_ggas trippin’, my shoe tied
who really down and who ride? tell me how often you slide
half of his f_cking crew died, honestly, n_gga, you lied
all you burnt was a new bridge, all you cut was a few ties
[outro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

- chuuwee money montage

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