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fight night - slim dunkin lyrics

[chorus: slim dunkin]
squad, squad, squad
give a f-ck about sh-t but my motherf-cking n-ggas
cl1ck full of pits, orangutans and gorillas
run up if you want, ain’t nothing sweet but the swishers
itchy trigger finger, keep my hand on the pistol
fight, fight, n-gga, shoot something

[verse 1: slim dunkin]
doing too much, standing too close
talking too loud, n-gga, night night
one hitter quitter, flatline, n-gga
turned this b-tch to a motherf-cking fight night
try it in the club, ride in the club
man down ’cause there’s shots fired in the club
fighting over here, shooting over there
b-tches pulling hair, n-ggas throwing chairs
all my n-ggas head first, nosedive
flexing in my own lane, roadside
n-gga .23 is back, .45
on my bullsh-t, wreck crew, don’t try it
b-tch, i’m going cannon
free my n-gga cannon
n-gga run up wrong, leave him laying where he’s standing
it’s mr. two cups, i give two f-cks
if you ain’t scared, why the f-ck you got your jewels tucked?
dunk

[verse 2: derez de’shon]
you either with me or against me now, cool or on my hitlist now
keep my circle tight ’cause most these n-ggas b-tches now
wrong one to play with, go on ‘head and try me
one shot, split a n-gga’s sh-t like a siamese
ambulance picked him up, i’m shooting at the siren
flatline a n-gga, then go home and blow some irene
mapquest, yeah, i know where you live and where your kids nap
f-ck around with slim dunkin, d-bo get you kidnapped

[verse 3: wooh da kid]
who wants some? he wants some?
i ain’t really come to fight, i’m trying to f-ck something
i ain’t really try to hit, i’ma bust something
first n-gga act up, i’ma rush something
pull a midget out the bag, smoke something
one swing, all swing, jump something
wooh da kid my name, want something?
still trying to be a player, crush something
hold on, wooh da king, i am the best
his flow stuck in one spot, it’s on house arrest
paralyzed punch when i’m at my best
have your -ss singing through a wire like kanye west

[verse 4: lil capp]
i gives a f-ck about sh-t but my motherf-cking n-ggas
money ain’t the issue, f-ck with us, they gon’ miss you
shoot your block up, light it up like christmas
now your homeboy pouring out their d-mn liquor
slim and wooh, them my dogs, f-ck with them, i’ll mike vick you
it’s all bite, no bark, i hope you get the picture
we could shoot something, we could fight, n-gga
it don’t matter, we could do it all night, n-gga
’round here, we smash on site, n-gga
shooters on the roof, f-ck around and get sniped, n-gga

- slim dunkin lyrics

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