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i'm my own man - slim 400 lyrics

[intro: slim 400]
what they saying?

[chorus: slim 400]
b*tch, i’m my own man
never let another n*gga dictate me
yeah, f*ck what they all saying
another n*gga can’t walk in my shoes like me
(larry makin’ all the hits)
i know the streets don’t love me, it’s heartless
can’t put no trust in a dog b*tch
i bet i just lit up this b*tch up in the darkness
went from a n0body n*gga into a target
i feel like dogs in the pen
ain’t gon’ get money, just hanging with my rich friends
a thin line when you thuggin’, need some thick skin
uh, catch a body with these bullets like it’s pigskin

[verse 1: slim 400]
i keep some k!llers around me, i can’t be off that
yeah, i keep my b*tch in some carti’s, my diamonds offset
uh, i brought my pole in the party, i’m on these n*ggas heels
my n*ggas shrinking that pump just like a windmill
yeah, b*tch, i’ll always be a lil’ hustler
the rap game turned us into customers
b*tch, i’m a zombie, dummies dumpin’ out the tundra
squeezing at your body, serve a n*gga like a butler
blogging ass n*ggas need tumblrs
and your b*tch is my rider
and blood, my joggers balmains
we gon’ sock on your dog, leave his jaw like a mango
i never let n*ggas dictate my angles
brought food to the table
split bread like a bagel
[chorus: slim 400]
b*tch, i’m my own man
never let another n*gga dictate me
yeah, f*ck what they all saying
another n*gga can’t walk in my shoes like me
i know the streets don’t love me, it’s heartless
can’t put no trust in a dog b*tch
i bet i just lit up this b*tch up in the darkness
went from a n0body n*gga into a target
i feel like dogs in the pen
ain’t gon’ get money, just hanging with my rich friends
a thin line when you thuggin’, need some thick skin
uh, catch a body with these bullets like it’s pigskin

[verse 2: rjmrla]
cut the sh*t, f*ck a opp, slim been raw
fought the penny, made a quarter, how i got on
gang before block ties and i’m still here
pressing for pints, ho n*ggas, grab your swim gear
n*ggas throwin’ sides and keep throwin’ ’em but i’m brackin’
n*gga, i’m from the gang, caught a bullet, desean jackson
million dollar n*gga, b*tch, that’s blear
dump but i will ever double back if i don’t like ’em
ain’t no bread up on your head, b*tch, i keep my money
mobbed a n*gga, do it how i do it, yeah, i like it (okay)
out that p*ssy, made a grown man
and y’all f*ckin’ with the wrong man
a trophy, n*gga, i’m a trojan
[chorus: slim 400]
b*tch, i’m my own man (b*tch, i’m a grown man)
never let another n*gga dictate me
yeah, f*ck what they all saying
another n*gga can’t walk in my shoes like me
i know the streets don’t love me, it’s heartless
can’t put no trust in a dog b*tch
i bet i just lit up this b*tch up in the darkness
went from a n0body n*gga into a target
i feel like dogs in the pen
ain’t gon’ get money, just hanging with my rich friends
a thin line when you thuggin’, need some thick skin
uh, catch a body with these bullets like it’s pigskin, oh

- slim 400 lyrics

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