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slide on folks - hitemupty lyrics

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uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh
go, uh*uh, uh*uh
no*uh, uh*uh
go*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh
he keep talking on that live should be glad that he ain’t hit
in the stu with juglifec, we done made a remix
bae say i drive like i can’t see, at night i can’t see sh*t
i done ran my money, up finna rent that g6
why she lying?, only white girl that i liked was named alexis
i’m the type to pop out quick when they talking
b*tch, man, who you checking?
heard he got kicked out his hood
why you think his ass stopped repping?
step on sh*t like sleazy (stomp, stomp, stomp)
we be stepping
i don’t f*ck with hood hoes, they be too delu*lu
ain’t gone cap alеxis lips, the reason ion like fruit loops
whеn we kissed that’s all i tasted you might call me cou* cou
i don’t f*ck with n*ggas, they be fake, them n*ggas fu fu

n*ggas be acting, i’m an atlanta n*gga and i got an accent
ion be trapping
she say tyty play it cool cause you be rapping
she not capping
why you asking who i shot? b*tch, why you asking
off pills, i’m crashing
b*tch, i feel like cody rhodes, lil’ b*tch, i’m dashing
i just told the b*tch to swallow s*m*n she keep spitting
i told frank stop f*cking hoes, with only fans, but he ain’t listen
know a hoe that stay on her knees just like she praying, but she ain’t christian
bro, don’t use your car, hop in that uber, this a mean mission
how you asking me for money, but got twenty’s in your car?
you the type to get a bag and then go blow it at the bar
heard them rumors going round, why they lying on lamar?
man, that sh*t i heard so crazy, man, i swear that sh*t bizarre
know this one hoe, she so weird, she bring up sh*t from years ago
she just mad that i won’t date her ty don’t f*ck with weirdo hoes
i don’t play no baseball
once you get one strike, then your ass out
i’m surprised that i ain’t nutted, cause my d*ck stay in her mouth
pop out with a hoodie on
b*tch, i feel just like a boogie
ay tell jayvoo i said f*ck tyreek for talking about my hoodie
ay, i’m playing though
i still f*ck with bro, he built like woody
i’m just saying though, i hope bro don’t think his ass no bully
heard you scared of the hoes
heard she made the first move
can’t have b*tches pull up on me, that’s a no*no first rule
you the type to go expose her
man, that sh*t a jerk move
i’m the type to f*ck a b*tch on break up in my work shoes
(laughs), nah n*gga for real n*gga, deadass n*gga
(for real, for real)
n*gga i’m the type to still hit in my work shoes
f*ck that sh*t in some house shoes n*gga
some socks, some sandals n*gga
some jordan’s, some nike’s n*gga, whatever n*gga
all these chains up on my neck, that sh*t make me feel like a slave
i be riding with them n*ggas that might send you to your grave
you keep playing with the gang
man, your ass must think you brave
you keep saying this and that
you mad you broke and that i’m paid
it’s some sh*t that i done said, that i pray just won’t release
i had hoes mad at me when they found out i f*cked (shh)
got a playstation in my house, that’s why i rock it on my piece
i see them fat ones be your type, i guess that’s why your b*tch obese
anytime that i need help, i’m gonna call on kaysia
had that one hoe mad as h*ll, mad cause i f*ck with asya (asya marie)
like them brown skinned girls, pretty just like (shh)
b*tch it’s f*ck your ass for life, i find out you a hater

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