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did it for luv - slip2crazy lyrics

[intro]
hold up (i did it for love)
i told you all that sh*t (all that sh*t)
b*tch, let’s go!
hold up

[verse 1]
run my sh*t up, lil b*tch (b*tch)
run up my bands
i told all my b*tches, “sit up” (what?)
make it clap with no hands
i ain’t even start this sh*t, for real
i’m really just showing the plan (hold up)
and i gotta strike that thunder, everytime i’m on demand
f*f*ck what a b*tch say
pack*a*punch on the stick, it’s a r.i.p. day
use the glock as a treat, can’t trick me
kick a b*tch to the curb like sensei (let’s go)
and she know i’m too crazy with the hits, mane
i mean that’s what she said when she l!cked me
got a hunnid on the patty, i might flip rings
and lil shawty shaking ass in some ripped jeans
i’ma go rip up the beat, got ’em looking like
“d*mn, how thе f*ck you so good with the wordplay?” (hold up)
i’ma k!ll all these rappеrs and put ’em in an ashtray
if we got beef like a buffet (shh)
now, count up three stacks like andré
mvp, that’s why they gotta replay (what? f*ck)
got two hoes that go both ways
i ain’t even know these hoes want a three*way
but, f*ck it
‘member they said “you won’t have sh*t”
i got the baddest b*tch, now
‘member them racks was limited
now, my money passing bricks, yuh
started anonymous, now i pulled up and it’s hard to miss, yuh
i did it for the fame and all these hoes on my d*ck
[interlude]
yuh, yuh, yuh (hold up, hold up, hold up)
yuh, yuh (it’s slip)
(hold up, hold up, hold up)
ha

[verse 2]
too much money, can’t even count sh*t
i can stack the money up and buy two apartments
two bars in, but i’m rapping on six
got two yellow b*tches tryna chill at my crib
who the f*ck let these lame b*tches in?
if she ain’t tryna f*ck nor suck, get evict
tryna come f*ck with the gang, you get hit
and he crying for his mama like a migo’ adlib (mama)
i ain’t even hit that b*tch two times
’cause i know one time get the b*tch real steady
fetti on fetti, my pockets on fettuccine
b*tch, this ain’t no spaghetti, yuh
scope in the peep hole ‘case you wanna knock
who the f*ck that is? (hold up, hold up)
pull the fire out quick
i ain’t scared of no man or a b*tch (hold up, hold up)

[outro]
woah
ha, ha, ha

- slip2crazy lyrics

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