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slip2crazy - did it for luv كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
hold up (i did it for love)
i told you all that sh_t (all that sh_t)
b_tch, let’s go!
hold up

[verse 1]
run my sh_t up, lil b_tch (b_tch)
run up my bands
i told all my b_tches, “sit up” (what?)
make it clap with no hands
i ain’t even start this sh_t, for real
i’m really just showing the plan (hold up)
and i gotta strike that thunder, everytime i’m on demand
f_f_ck what a b_tch say
pack_a_punch on the stick, it’s a r.i.p. day
use the glock as a treat, can’t trick me
kick a b_tch to the curb like sensei (let’s go)
and she know i’m too crazy with the hits, mane
i mean that’s what she said when she l!cked me
got a hunnid on the patty, i might flip rings
and lil shawty shaking ass in some ripped jeans
i’ma go rip up the beat, got ’em looking like
“d_mn, how thе f_ck you so good with the wordplay?” (hold up)
i’ma k!ll all these rappеrs and put ’em in an ashtray
if we got beef like a buffet (shh)
now, count up three stacks like andré
mvp, that’s why they gotta replay (what? f_ck)
got two hoes that go both ways
i ain’t even know these hoes want a three_way
but, f_ck it
‘member they said “you won’t have sh_t”
i got the baddest b_tch, now
‘member them racks was limited
now, my money passing bricks, yuh
started anonymous, now i pulled up and it’s hard to miss, yuh
i did it for the fame and all these hoes on my d_ck
[interlude]
yuh, yuh, yuh (hold up, hold up, hold up)
yuh, yuh (it’s slip)
(hold up, hold up, hold up)
ha

[verse 2]
too much money, can’t even count sh_t
i can stack the money up and buy two apartments
two bars in, but i’m rapping on six
got two yellow b_tches tryna chill at my crib
who the f_ck let these lame b_tches in?
if she ain’t tryna f_ck nor suck, get evict
tryna come f_ck with the gang, you get hit
and he crying for his mama like a migo’ adlib (mama)
i ain’t even hit that b_tch two times
’cause i know one time get the b_tch real steady
fetti on fetti, my pockets on fettuccine
b_tch, this ain’t no spaghetti, yuh
scope in the peep hole ‘case you wanna knock
who the f_ck that is? (hold up, hold up)
pull the fire out quick
i ain’t scared of no man or a b_tch (hold up, hold up)

[outro]
woah
ha, ha, ha

- slip2crazy

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