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christian - slump6s lyrics

[verse 1]
told this b*tch, “speak up”, b*tch, i can’t hear what you said
i f*ck with this white hoe, she in love with the meds
i can’t even lie, i fell in love with the check
i swear to god, this b*tch fell in love with the flex
drop that lil’ bih’, ’cause i’m movin’ on to the next (ok is the hardest, i swear to god)
i ain’t tryna talk, unless it’s guap, disrespect (we gon’ be ok)
tell a n*gga, “get up with me”
had a n*gga bring smoke like stizzy
spin a n*gga block, three times, got dizzy
soon as i pour my drank, sh*t, fizzy
got hit in his gut, makin’ this sh*t fifty
handle my glock, lil’ n*gga get swifty
got a white hoe, named taylor my swifty
no cap, i’m thе richest out my city

[chorus]
no cap, n*ggas really act like b*tchеs
no cap, all my n*ggas shoot like piston
throw it back, turn a n*gga life, took pictures
no cap, tell ’em what it is description
four flat, make a n*gga run, this stick hit
no cap, all these n*ggas fake like fiction
freak hoe got on her knees, she christian
pour [?], underneath these christian’s
[verse 2]
trap house, smokin’ on dope (fft)
vetements all on my coat (huh)
put this sh*t on when i’m cold
i don’t f*ck with these rap n*ggas, they [?]
got tec*9’s, [?]
someone say, “i’m outside”, leave a n*gga frozen
someone say, “pipes out”, i don’t even want to pole up
someone [?], you don’t know even want go there
[?], roll them
smoke so much gas, put me in a coma (brr)
shoot this sh*t just like i’m dellavedova
too geeked up, they gon’ think a n*gga on one
young n*gga too cold, they gon’ put me in a sauna
b*tch, we got stripes in yo city, arizona
bro throwin’ bullets, he patrick mahome’ them
i’m with this good lookin’ b*tch, givin’ [?]
i’m with lil o, srt doin’ donuts
try to play with my name that’s a bet
i copped a audi, same model my old one
just in case i get in to a wreck
graduated from loui’ v, with my diploma

[verse 3]
i done bought out the store, everywhere
once i’m done with this hoe, take her back
i just count up, sit back and relax
feel like just yesterday, we was in the classroom
who would’ve known we would get to a plaque?
now we pullin’ off in a vet’
spent 250 on her neck (boom, boom)
i was verified way before i got a blue check
now my gang up countin’ blue checks (we gon’ be ok)
[chorus]
no cap, n*ggas really act like b*tches
no cap, all my n*ggas shoot like piston
throw it back, turn a n*gga life, took pictures
no cap, tell ’em what it is description
four flat, make a n*gga run, this stick hit
no cap, all these n*ggas fake like fiction
freak hoe got on her knees, she christian
pour [?], underneath these christian’s (bee, bee, bee)

- slump6s lyrics

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