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slide! - kpri$un lyrics

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[prod. houdini]

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
(yeah) yeah, yeah
(i’m in the booth, these n*ggas know ’cause i’m..)

[chorus]
(uh) they know the drip is impeccable
i cannot trip ’bout a b*tch i got several
pull up on red
and [?] a bacardi
thought that we was the incredibles
rule number one, stay out the way
rule number two, go and get paid
rule number three
repeat after me, there’s more money to be made

[post*chorus]
pockets on trial like andre
shawty, she gon’ eat the d*ck like a entrée (ha)
i know that shawty is growin’ quite fond of me
but i can’t beat off beyoncé (ha)
she wanna take off, above & beyond
she think that she is beyoncé
i’m on the run, hopped into france
so we might just go have a fun day (ayy)
[verse]
fresh [?] socks, vetements
what was direction you headed in
he better than me with the evidence
he better than me with the evidence
she wan’ be my wife, and she want a weddin’
but she wasn’t fit in my resumé (ha)
she wanna come to my residence
i’m raising h*ll, i’m on somethin’
04 heaven scentd
i got a dimepiece
she brought her friend, but she ugly
so that’s like eleven cent (ha)
sh*shawty flowin’ and she got no visa
she is not liked by the president
12 tryna’ knock off my n*gga
he beatin’ the case ’cause they likin’ the evidence
these n*ggas hatin’ on me ’cause they wantin’ the clout
and they ain’t likin’ irrelevance
uh, tom and jerry is a cat and a rat
show’s over, watch this [?]
in a curtain, flexin’ her back
barbie b*tch, so i call her a brat
i go for the ruckus, i’m preachin’ forgiveness
i’m comin’ in first, here i go for the finish
i’m with the racks, tennis
i*i run it up, fitness
i’m feelin’ like dior
i’m movin’ so devious
preacher, he finna grab her on previous
h*ll nah, n*gga i ain’t fittin’ in
i’m in the water
pretend that i’m cooled and
all of these n*ggas amphibians
i want a house in bel*air, i’m talkin
uncle phil
will, and
aunt vivian
(yeah, yeah, b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
th*they know the drip is impeccable
i cannot trip ’bout a b*tch i got several
pull up on red
and [?] a bacardi
thought that we was the incredibles
rule number one, stay out the way
rule number two, go and get paid
rule number three
repeat after me, there’s more money to be made

[post*chorus]
pockets on trial like andre
shawty, she gon’ eat the d*ck like a entrée (ayy)
i know that shawty is growin’ quite fond of me
but i can’t beat off beyoncé (ha)
she wanna take off, above & beyond
she think that she is beyoncé
i’m on the run, just hopped into france
so we might just go have a fun day (ayy)

[outro]
(yeah, yeah)

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