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major league - slim jesus lyrics

you went and bought a gun, but you ain’t gon’ blow(b-tch)
if you ain’t finna’ shoot, then why the f-ck you tote?(why the f-ck you tote!?)
i came and took yo’ sh-t, and you ain’t even know it(goofy)
you better call yo’ plug, tell him you gon’ owe him(you broke)
i’ve got major league money, all my bases loaded(d-mn!)
i’m flying past you in a foreign, lookin’ like i’m floatin'(skrt)
i tell yo’ girl to give me neck, and she gon’ throat it(yeeeah!)
i’m the man to yo’ b-tch, and yo’ b-tch -ss know it(b-tch)
all this henny in my cup, i’ m finna’ black out
we serve the junkies raw, then they get smackdown!
i heard they plottin’ on lil’ bro i brought the mac out (grraa)
take a gamble wit’ yo’ life, and you’ll get cr-pped out(b-tch)
yo’ b-tch on her knees i brought the racks out(thot)
she rollin’ off the e, i blow her back out
my belt got double g’s, i shop at saks now(cashin’)
they used to flex on me, but i got cash now(get yo’ money up)
pop up out the cut, wearing all black( bow bow)
40. bullets get to flyin’ at yo’ skullcap(bow bow)
i came and took yo’ b-tch, and she ain’t coming back(she gettin’ f-cked)
she knows i’ll leave the p-ssy sleep, that’s a cat nap
i put 20” rims on that big body
yo’ b-tch wanna suck me up, she gon’ do it sloppy(yeeeah!)
me and gang on that mess, come shoot up your party(gang gang)
they ain’t see me in the bushes creepin’ wit’ the shotty(boom)
he thought he had me set up, ’till he got wet up(boom)
these hollow bullets hit his body
it tore his chest up(boom boom)
i be lettin’ b-tches breathe, but now i’m fed up(b-tch)
you rappers broke, need to get yo’ bread up(get yo’ money up)
i’ve got plugs on my phone, i’m connected like wi-fi
i’ll hop in the lamb’ and i skrt when i fly by(skrt)
dripped in designer i swear i’m a fly guy
i’ll pull up on yo’ b-tch, and she tell you bye, bye(gang)
(ya’ll know how the f-ck im rockin’ man, ya’ll know what i’ve been on)
(i ain’t playin wit none of ya’ll b-tch -ss rappers man)
(you really want the smoke, come find me and yo’ b-tch)
(b-tch!)

- slim jesus lyrics

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