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lincoln (remix) - slump6s lyrics

[intro: slump6s]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah (benjicold, why you icy?), let’s go, let’s go

[chorus: slump6s]
trackhawk, that b*tch really speedin’ (yeah)
abraham, me and her lincoln’ (yeah)
i’m off the drugs, man, i’m geekin’ (yeah)
we finna leave that boy leakin’ (yeah)
ca*came to the crib for the weekend (yeah)
b*tch, shut it up, why you speakin’? (yeah)
bad ho, yeah, she puerto rican
uppin’ his bro then i tell him we leavin’ (let’s go, let’s go)
[verse 1: slump6s]
i heard these n*ggas been stealin’ my sound
i got marrgiеlaa, i’m knockin’ ’em down
she is a ho, man, that girl been around
you got no money, don’t likе how that sound
all of my brothers, they movin’ a pound
your ho, she weighin’ like five*hundred pounds
k in my hand holds like five*hundred rounds
once you were lost and you’ve never been found
number (n)ine jeans with the ricky, yeah
bougie*ass ho, man, she picky, yeah
p*ssy*ass boy, you a kitty, yeah
wock’ finna f*ck up my kidney, yeah
lean finna f*ck up my liver
we cut that boy then leave him in a river, yeah
you talkin’ down, i’m f*ckin’ on your sister
i came up on my own, i ain’t need no assistance
n*gga said that he put me on, it don’t make no sense, what the h*ll is you talkin’ ’bout, ya b*tch?
she finna come to the crib and she eatin’ me up, man, i just got some top from ya b*tch
i cannot beef with a n*gga that’s not in my bracket, i’ve been countin’ money, ya dig?
that ho told me that i’m toxic, i don’t like to talk, so lil’ ho, it is what it is
i’m in her sh*ll like a taco
got paparazzi like, wherever i go
they like, “you been goin’ up,” n*gga, i know
black and white diamonds, they got vitiligo
she told me that i should pay for her lashes
we caught that boy, now we smokin’ his ashes
been growin’ up, i was never a bad kid
run up the racks, yeah, i run up the backends
shoutout santana, this chop’ finna blast him
came in a p and i ain’t even ask him
my n*ggas come in that sh*t like elastic
put him in the void, i’ma f*ck ’round and pack him
f*ck with my sh*t, might as well run it back then
i’m pullin’ up and i’m breakin’ her back in
ask for my lo, man, i’m like, “who is askin’?”
in hollywood and i ain’t even actin’, oh
i’m in her ear like an airpod
leave his top red like he put in some hair dye
that n*gga hatin’, he still finna hear ’bout
bring up a ho that i don’t even care ’bout
we put the hit on the screen like an airdrop
y’all n*ggas broke but my n*ggas, yeah, they’re not
i shoot the fire, you touch it, you’re d*mn hot
i’m cookin’ up and i’m not using a pot
[verse 2: babysantana]
…

[bridge: slump6s]
trackhawk, that b*tch really speedin’, uh
trackhawk, that b*tch really, yeah, uh
trackhawk, that b*tch really speedin’, uh
trackhawk, that b*tch really, yeah, yeah
trackhawk, that b*tch really speedin’, uh
trackhawk, that b*tch really, let’s go, let’s go
trackhawk, that b*tch really, yeah, yeah
trackhawk, that b*tch really, let’s go, let’s go

- slump6s lyrics

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