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slump6s - what's next? (original) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ayy, yeah
(swi_swishrr beats)
ayy

[verse 1]
whole lotta racks, seen this b_tch get fest
five hunnid dollar, chrome heart on my neck
tell him, “speak up”, i ain’t hear what he said
i’m with my slime and he tote twin tec’s
n_gga want war, said “okay, bet”
yeah, slidin’, i’m comin’ correct
i just been thuggin’, this bih’ want s_x
huh, fifty on rocks, what’s next? (huh)
oh, you want ruth chris? huh
fifty on wrist, that’s cool kid (yeah), huh
n_gga just like nike “let do this”, huh
play with them racks, you stupid, huh
fell in love with my drip, no cupid, huh
gang still smoke out the qp
true jeans, right on my ass, how true this? (huh)
cops on my ass, don’t lose me

[verse 2]
huh
i’m with my demons
n_gga that’s 666
n_gga yo whole crew b_tch
walk in neimans, spent ya whole check on drip
last n_gga pushеd, got spinned
i’ma playmaker
twin gon’ setup thе pick, make sure i get the assist
he a full hater
n_gga might fly to new york, ballin’ so hard like a knick
huh, roll a spliff, i need the fronto
when them racks came, i need it pr_nto
she give the best brain, straight to her tonsil
my “m” for m’s, y’all “m” for mcdonalds (huh)
hey, pull up and gon’ shoot in a formal
backdoor, left that sh_t paranormal
cutthroat, i’m in this bih’ with a sword
he want gun smoke, we put that boy on the board
pack him, he got no face anymore
known to send b_tch n_ggas up to the lord
pack him, now that boy facin’ the floor
.45’s, goin’ through honda accords
put the perc’ in my drank, ’cause it feel right
put the glock to his pack, he got k!ll time
treat the b_tch like a dog, but she still mine
fake ass drip, but we sippin’ on real line
[?]
2.23s, this sh_t sound like a drum line (huh)
that b_tch in love with my punchline (ugh)
i’m tryna shoot when it’s crunch time (boop, boop, boop)
[verse 3]
this a canon event for that b_tch, she ain’t f_ck with n0body like 6
b_b_been tryna look for the opps, but they hidin’ like sh_t
pop a perc’, outta body like sh_t
[?]
i couldn’t f_ck with that hoe, ’cause she sloppy like sh_t, but she top me so sloppy like sh_t
i drive the new foreign car out the parking lot, b_tch, i’m just tryna see how high it can get (huh)
i got some f_ck n_ggas mad, ’cause i been in my bag and i’m poppin’ my sh_t
fifty ball on his head, i do my shmoney dance, i walk around like i’m bobby and sh_t
said they don’t f_ck with me, really they be some fans, play my song got them head bobbin’ and sh_t

[outro]
b_tch
ha, ha, b_tch (skrr)
fah, fah
let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s go (skrr)
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

- slump6s

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