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s.l.a.b. - what you niggas know كلمات الأغنية

(-talking-)
s.l.a.b., slow loud and bangin’
this sil from the west, mayn
just doing a bunch of chilling, gon keep in playa mode

[hook]
what you n-ggas know, about pulling out slow
missing the top, riding gl-ss 84’s
what you n-ggas know, about a playa like me
better cuff your hoe, cause i’m a p-i-m-p
what you n-ggas know, about a hater that’ll hate
knocking my fame, we moving units like weight
what you n-ggas know, about glocks and ak’s
when it’s time for the plex, they c-ck and they spray

[trae]
what you n-ggas know about a hot shot, tossing a drop top
flipping with hot glocks, when he tipping a hot block
a playa slash a guerilla, that’s mobbing for scrilla
they fake and i’m realer, and plus these n-ggas be sweeter than vanilla
i think they hate me, cause i’m slow loud and bangin’
they really better keep they distance, before they see trae get to sw-nging
and i can recall, riding an impala, ’78 to be exact
with no ac radio, and the tires on flat
but that was the past, and now you see me in a slab on gl-ss
my drop’s first cl-ss, and now these hoes be giving up they -ss
to tell the truth, i really don’t need em they just something to do
i’d rather be crawling late night, while i’m thinking bout screw

[hook]

[lil b]
now tell me what you know about, sw-nging lanes on 4’s
stay in my pimp mode, cause i don’t love none of these hoes
i throw em back like throwbacks, and hit em for a g
got n-ggas cuffing they broads, so they won’t f-ck with lil b
still i crawl up the road, so slow knowing they hate
thinking i’m fake just wait, i’ma let this ak spray
but i be stuck on my hustle, my pockets must gain a muzzle
i had a couple of tussles, that’s why a n-gga will rush you
i don’t love you or your gal, i’m too in love with my slab
and the way a n-gga be throwing these hands, steady giving you jabs
you crabs that’s biting, like an infested std
i can flaunt it if i want it, repping s-l-a-b

[jay’ton]
what you n-ggas know, about a teenage southsider
with fifth wheels and grills, t.v.’s on the outside
of my car in my side view, peeping the haters
i’m something like a superstar, when i pull out that navigator
1 to the 7, and now you n-ggas know my age
and if you disrespect a g, then you fin to know my gauge
i got game like a motherf-cker, or baby don juan
and if you boppers wanna see me, go to jay’ton.com
talking down beneath your arm, i ain’t playing with you cats
i done came from being broke, and i don’t plan on going back
so i mash full speed, for my cash to get paid
i use to want ice, now i’m on a ice-capade

[hook]

[dougie d]
can i have everyone’s attention, front and center listen to reason
this is my reason for what repping, and tipping through seasons
sliding down with a bad breezie, sipping smoking and leaning
when i stop at the light, other people be watching my t.v.’s
lil’ kids they wanna be me, or have a daddy just like me
i’m the don-datta, dougie but f-ck it just call me papi
what you n-ggas know, about riding on chrome
and dropping the drop on the belly, high-siding on hoes
in the c-ckpit, i keep a c-cked pistol for c-ck suckers
mashing on all haters, and utilizing my hustles
you think you know, but you really have no idea
dougie d 2000 and 3, it’s your boy right here

[hook]

(-talking-)
yeah, we keep in playa mode baby
s.l.a.b., slow loud and bangin’
trae, dougie d, lil b, jay’ton you know it go down
what you n-ggas know, about being real
what you n-ggas know, about keeping it gangsta
what you n-ggas know, about keeping it street
fa real, follow us we’ll show you the way, straight up

- s l a b

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