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where u at? - slasha, fxntax lyrics

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slasha (hook/verse 1)
i get the bag yea i get the dough
he ain’t getting money stop cap, lil bro
if i see a n*gga talk down
pull up and ima jus hit him 10 rounds
pull up im smoking the pound
evil ass sh*t while his body get found (ughhhhh)
im finna chase on the paper
im finna get to the bag and then make her
you dont get no money you a faker
im finna get to the dough
pull up and ima just pour my four
yea, i dont give a f*ck bout a lil hoe
i f*ck with lil n*gga but not lil bro
bro, what the f*ck, run that beat back!
my brodie be smoking that pack
she sucking my d*ck and im like d*mn
all of you n*ggas is clones
i do not got enemies b*tch i have foеs
im running that back while im counting that dough
and you can’t f*ck with me lil hoe
shе wanna ride me she going to sleep
no kankan, i be pouring that lean
yea yo hoe, she a lil fiend (yuh)
yuh, got that dough
f*ck with no hoe
get that bag and then go
no i can’t f*ck with no hoe
back to my rapping sh*t
she call me lil santa im wrapping sh*t
she gimme that brain it was heavensent
yeah she gimme that dome while i sip
why she* gone make me* me im just chillin u*u*u*uhh
yeah yeah
fxntax (verse)

yuh, you could get hit with the pound, i got the gun, with like 40 rounds, my n*gga jay gon’ shoot you if you be talkin’ down, how the f*ck you talkin’ sh*t on me, where the f*ck is you at?, i’m doin’ backflips like i’m flippin’ a pack, you n*ggas is g*y, gotta’ hop off that, no tom brady, but she comes for the sack, we pop you like pill, i don’t lie in this sh*t, b*tch i do it forreal, these n*ggas so fake, gotta’ make you a mil’, he was talkin’ the sh*t, now you stuck in a seal, yeah, there’s no way you down for the ride, you get hit with the fa fa, i got a new whip, you know that i’m hoppin’ out, i ain’t scared of clowns, lil’ n*gga i jump them, dumb ass n*gga, n*gga you a rat now, lil’ stupid ass n*gga, he hang with the frats now (b*tch yeah)

slasha (hook/verse 1)
i get the bag yea i get the dough
he ain’t getting money stop cap, lil bro
if i see a n*gga talk down
pull up and ima jus hit him 10 rounds
pull up im smoking the pound
evil ass sh*t while his body get found (ughhhhh)
im finna chase on the paper
im finna get to the bag and then make her
you dont get no money you a faker
im finna get to the dough
pull up and ima just pour my four
yea, i dont give a f*ck bout a lil hoe
i f*ck with lil n*gga but not lil bro
bro, what the f*ck, run that beat back!
my brodie be smoking that pack
she sucking my d*ck and im like d*mn
all of you n*ggas is clones
i do not got enemies b*tch i have foes
im running that back while im counting that dough
and you can’t f*ck with me lil hoe
she wanna ride me she going to sleep
no kankan, i be pouring that lean
yea yo hoe, she a lil fiend (yuh)
yuh, got that dough
f*ck with no hoe
get that bag and then go
no i can’t f*ck with no hoe
back to my rapping sh*t
she call me lil santa im wrapping sh*t
she gimme that brain it was heavensent
yeah she gimme that dome while i sip
why she* gone make me* me im just chillin u*u*u*uhh

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