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on god - slimmy b lyrics

[verse 1: slimmy b]
running up a bag when i’m ot (when i’m ot)
you better have yours ’cause it’s on me (on god)
i just threw a stick up in this .40
n*ggas stay on lock but they outside when it’s funky
i can’t trust n0body i been lonely (i been lonely)
sliding through the v wit’ something bulky
if you ain’t talking bands, b*tch blow me
paid a band for this cup so i gotta sip it slowly
bounce out on a sucka n*gga, blow his sh*t back (blow his sh*t back)
all that talking ’bout you getting bands, where them strips at? (where them blues?)
beat the p*ssy out then kick her out like, “where your lyft at?”
oh he in that big body? well i got something’ that’ll flip that
loving on that b*tch when he know the gang hit that
bro just add a body on that glock it’s time to switch that
how you been a b*tch your whole life now you with that?
n*gga once a b*tch, you still a b*tch wit’ your b*tch ass
n*gga

[chorus: slimmy b]
you ain’t seen what i seen n*gga, on god
this glock came wit’ a beam n*gga, on god
smoke a n*gga like some weed n*gga, on god
quit cappin’ you ain’t in these streets n*gga, on god

you ain’t seen what i seen n*gga, on god
this glock came wit’ a beam n*gga, on god
smoke a n*gga like some weed n*gga, on god
quit cappin’ you ain’t in these streets n*gga, on god

[verse 2: janky mitch]
we making money moves, n*gga you on that broke sh*t
if the police ask me questions, i don’t know sh*t
and i stay with this glock, i don’t care who you go get
on my mama deezy*k keep that four nick’
lil’ theze going live with your ho b*tch
juicy got that woky
i’m feeling like, can’t n0body stop me
we sliding with them sticks like we play hockey
baby give me head i like it sloppy
i just put a pill in my body
janky, i used to pull robberies
breaking into rich folks properties
i know og’s still tryna hit the lottery
your pockets stay empty, boy you going through poverty
if slimmy say, “get ’em”, that’s your ass bro i’m droppin’ ’em
he be wit’ them suckas on god we poppin’ ’em
5.5, 6’s in this ar these rockin’ ’em
if my lil’ n*gga on you i ain’t stoppin’ him
janky

you ain’t seen what i seen n*gga, on god
this glock came wit’ a beam n*gga, on god
smoke a n*gga like some weed n*gga, on god
quit cappin’ you ain’t in these streets n*gga, on god

- slimmy b lyrics

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