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slimy shoota - plabon carter lyrics

[intro]
plabon carter, lets go
f*ck

[verse 1]
told my n*gga ain’t no wocky, but it’s par ’round
i be posted on the block with the bloodhounds (whoop!)
got a filter on the glock, it won’t make a sound
sellin perc’ with the fent’, get it by the pound (pound)

[verse 2]
whoop!
psa with the beam, i’ma shoot his house
talkin’ hot, i got a glock, you won’t make it out
yeah my opp that n*gga g*y, i caught him makin’ out
servin’ auntie in the trap, call it dawgfood
i got a drac’, i let it off, ’cause i’m in bad mood
got the gas in my blunt, and it smell like p**p
i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas, ’cause these n*ggas blue
check the score against the opps, we up like 32
my lil bruh got a glock, it’s a 22
need some money in thе hood, i’ma steal your shoes
in the trap with thе rock, and i’m servin’ food
auntie droolin’ for the work, she gon’ get it soon
tried to shoot me with a hi*point, but it didn’t work
yeah yo’ b*tch, she ugly, she look like lil durk
talkin’ down on the gang, we put you on a shirt
yeah my coke way too clean, mix it with the dirt
told my cousin: “move the work”, he gon’ get a third
the block hot, crack too, gotta move it fast
if we catch you sendin’ shots, we won’t let that pass
gsp on my ass, i’ma do the dash
f*ck around with lil jefe, put you in the trash
n*ggas lyin’, they be cappin’, talkin’ out they ass
auntie beggin’ at the door, sayin’: “make it fast”

- plabon carter lyrics

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