| OGG
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| Deko
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| TFM
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Damn
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| Sock it to me
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| I’m slidin'
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| Bitch nigga, I’m slidin'
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| Hoe nigga, I’m slidin'
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| Faggot bitch, I’m slidin'
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| 4DEEP mobbin', we in the stolo
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| Smokin' that fire, lean like a cholo
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| I’m not even thinkin', I’m not even rhymin'
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| I pull out my bussdown, change up the climate
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| Pimpin' and rappin', Deko, this shit slappin'
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| I’m dismissin' bitches, ‘cause these hoes be cattin'
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| Meet me at Trader Joes, bring me a sandwich
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| I broke her, then let her go
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| Bitch, I’m a savage
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| Ridin' ‘round, gotta get it
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| Got my niggas with me, so we went and hit it
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| Niggas hatin'
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| So, I pack MAC-11 when I’m slidin' through the city
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| 911, Porshe
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| Trunk in the front, ooh no, he didn’t?!
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| People’ll talk to the hoe
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| I just slide through and check ‘bout fifty
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| God damn
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| I’m slidin'
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| Bitch nigga, I’m slidin'
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| Hoe nigga, I’m slidin'
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| Faggot bitch, I’m slidin'
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| Put lean in my cream soda, my bitch in the Range Rover
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| We eatin' at Bossa Nova, my money — it never fold
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| This lean got me movin' slow, both of my pockets loaded
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| Most of my pistols loaded, got dumb racks in lumber, shawty
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| In my city, I’ma slide to the Eastside
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| In my city, I’ma slide to the Westside
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| In my city, I might slide to the Southside
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| In broad day, yuh, nigga comittin' homicide
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| I don’t leave the house without my mufukin' pistol
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| All my niggas slidin' ‘round, trappin' out rentals
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| Keep on gettin' paper, ‘cause I’m, I count it
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| Keep on gettin' paper, ‘cause I’m, I count it
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| I’m slidin'
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| Bitch nigga, I’m slidin'
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| Hoe nigga, I’m slidin'
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| Faggot bitch, I’m slidin'
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| I think they watchin' my moves, I spot a sassoon
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| I’m not buildin' nothin', but ride with the tool
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| They stalkin' my IG, I’m throwin' ‘em off
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| Switch up my location, I move like a boss
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| I slide to the V, then slide to the P
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| Then back to the -Sco, but you can meet me ‘round three
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| GLOCK 40 on me, I swing the handle, then beam
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| Been trappin' hard since fifteen, ayy, you be sellin' ‘em dreams
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| Chill mode, wrist froze
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| Knock the bitch in Filmo-, set her down at the centerfold
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| Pull up to '11, bitch you better get low
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| Beamer coupe with the matte on it
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| Lookin' like I’m ‘bout to race sun'
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| These rap niggas all internet, see a nigga, never say nun'
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| I’m slidin'
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| Bitch nigga, I’m slidin'
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| Hoe nigga, I’m slidin'
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| Faggot bitch, I’m slidin'
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| I’m slidin'
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| Faggot bitch, I’m slidin' |