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slim 400 – nerd niggas كلمات اغاني

[intro: slim 400]
play opp
dj
suck it clique
b-tch, you now what it is
ya know what i mean?
let that n-gga live both his f-ckin’ lives
no lie

[verse 1: slim 400]
okay
it’s easy to stay ignant, send bullets through your pigment
double ’round the block, make sure the job finished
racks on your head like a n-gga playin’ tennis
steve urkel -ss n-gga, we ain’t f-ckin’ wit’cha image
emulatin’ the culture, we the best that done did it
nerd -ss n-gga like jackie goin’ swimmin’
slim 400 from the start to the finish
west side capitols, ain’t no room for no gimmicks
i be really in that bompton, city where them g’s at
slime with that tootie, play wit’ me, i squeeze that
better have your p-ss ‘fore i bust, you gon’ need that
west to the east, we goin’ up, we want feedback
and your b-tch missin’ a heart, she on a lie from the start
she a ig model, she f-ck me in her n-gga car
i’m in the wraith benz, no fake friends with an army [?]
and when they thinkin’ of west coast, they thinkin’ of that n-gga slim
400

[chorus]
polished chicken on the neck, that’s imaginary
you don’t come out the house, you was born scary
nerd n-gga
put on at the library
i don’t feel sorry for you, we don’t feel sorry for you
polished chicken on the neck, that’s imaginary
you don’t come out the house, you was born scary
nerd n-gga
put on at the library
we don’t feel sorry for you, i don’t feel sorry for you

[verse 2: dave east]
i got all kinda spots
n-ggas shot me, they got my partners hot
no feelings, we cold k!llin’, see what’cho momma got
home invasion, blue strips, you know i’m chasin’
the homie on parole, i just got off probation
legend and i’m still alive
ask me where i’m from, i throw this sh-t up in your face
and two thumbs up, middle fingers to the opposition
couldn’t describe my vision, i ain’t have a pot to p-ss in
or a window to throw it out
blue flaggin’, rollin’ out
call my n-gga slim, i’m in la wit’ a hunnid out
gucci to the shoe strings, we g-ngb-ngin’, f-ck a mood swing
from the dirt, n-gga, wit’cho boo me
i done made a million writin’ on the loose leaf
blue shirt, blue sneaks, glock kicked back like bruce lee
might k!ll a homie, he just ran off with a hunnid pack
face shot his momma, can’t stomach that, ain’t no comin’ back

[verse 3: the game]
nerd n-gga, never sold a bird n-gga
never got your boxers dirty handcuffed on the curb n-gga
f-ck twelve, f-ck the cops, f-ck the po-po
i hot the main line solo
what’s brackin’?
six-five, two fifty, n-gga, what’s happenin’?
we could start a prison riot, put that sh-t on all-madden
i’m like the ghost of pac, the dame of rock
twelve five, i ain’t forgot, yeah
i put them thangs in the buick like a window shield
why you textin’? i done been through it
i don’t trust no hoe, i don’t trust no n-gga
ask me what time it is, i just might pull the trigger
pour some liquor for my n-ggas in the sky, blood
do it big like i been ready to die, blood
k!ll me? it’s gon’ be black genocide, blood
pull the roots out your family tree on the p, what?

- slim 400

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