slideaway - 2skins
pull up in a slide away beat a nigga up like a fadeaway choppa gon beat like an 808 get this lil bitch boy the fuck outta my face like tkay make a bitch do the race gold 45 shoot a nigga in his face if you talk on the gang we won’t leave no trace oooooo how you gon talk on i brand new choppa send a nigga to the sky with this big 45 make his momma cry ooooooo no you can’t talk like dah stand on my money i’m taller than shaq bad lil bitch she want for my racks aye aye listen here pop out yo crib leaving a family of 4, dead for the wind. goofy ass nigga you get outta here. leave ‘em in sadness leave em in tears leaving you empty no career relate me to him like please don’t compare not that serious but i’ll make it severe now let’s make it clear you come up on me and you getting some air huh where ? nah where did i ask. dont forget the task i am the mac 10 come up on you and you getting attacked never lacked im not the opp you is the odd don’t get attached smoking that pack. 20 ounces of weed now right in the bag. Pullin up, whippin up, in the harley Sippin on, sippin on, some bacardi Pourin' up, fillin up, i got semi tuck And you know that im dropping these bodies Semi auto poppin him like wine bottles semi auto i dont do heroin like demi levato. ya im the man, bam bam bam bam and i hit yo man And I was off the wall not no vans I gotta go cuz i am running some bands don’t got a gun but im coming with hands turn him to packs and im smokin his strands wait what ? back in my zone I like to write bout love but when I be writing feelings hits like all of the above the d is the answer on tests you reading all his texts sitting there cheesing like what he gon say next dropping bodies on bodies hope i don’t od from all this codeine rapping to smoothly for my body.
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pull up in a slide away beat a nigga up like a fadeaway choppa gon beat like an 808 get this lil bitch boy the fuck outta my face like tkay make a bitch do the race gold 45 shoot a nigga in his face if you talk on the gang we won’t leave no trace oooooo how you gon talk on i brand new choppa send a nigga to the sky with this big 45 make his momma cry ooooooo no you can’t talk like dah stand on my money i’m taller than shaq bad lil bitch she want for my racks aye aye listen here pop out yo crib leaving a family of 4, dead for the wind. goofy ass nigga you get outta here. leave ‘em in sadness leave em in tears leaving you empty no career relate me to him like please don’t compare not that serious but i’ll make it severe now let’s make it clear you come up on me and you getting some air huh where ? nah where did i ask. dont forget the task i am the mac 10 come up on you and you getting attacked never lacked im not the opp you is the odd don’t get attached smoking that pack. 20 ounces of weed now right in the bag. Pullin up, whippin up, in the harley Sippin on, sippin on, some bacardi Pourin' up, fillin up, i got semi tuck And you know that im dropping these bodies Semi auto poppin him like wine bottles semi auto i dont do heroin like demi levato. ya im the man, bam bam bam bam and i hit yo man And I was off the wall not no vans I gotta go cuz i am running some bands don’t got a gun but im coming with hands turn him to packs and im smokin his strands wait what ? back in my zone I like to write bout love but when I be writing feelings hits like all of the above the d is the answer on tests you reading all his texts sitting there cheesing like what he gon say next dropping bodies on bodies hope i don’t od from all this codeine rapping to smoothly for my body.