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no relations - slump6s lyrics

*[intro]
aye, i’m in the spot with zaytoven, y’all already know what the f*ck going on

[part i]
(aye) heard n*ggas say they was f*cking with me, n*ggas capped out they mind, what the f*ck was they thinking
got n*ggas mad ‘cause i’m counting up bread everyday, every week, yeah thats my motivation
6 in la smoking exotic gas, hit it straight to the face, eyes low like an asian
cut that b*tch off we don’t have no relation, y’all n*ggas d*ck ride thats the new occupation
might f*ck up the nation
our trip be y’all n*ggas vacation
n*ggas half of my size if he tryna run up, i’ma beat that boy ass ain’t no placement
link up, max the twin threw me the lob, that b*tch top me so good give her 5 star rating
brand new crib the community gated
i f*ck b*tches of all kind of races
sh*t i’m talking gon feed generations, i been had 6 figures y’all not tryna go there
b*tch all i rock is designer i’m stepping in marni, i told the lil b*tch these is mohairs
i’m sipping purple, no bonnie, i feel like muhammad ali knocking sh*t out the program
beam on the glock [?] ,your b*tch sucking d*ck just like soccer she ain’t using no hands (gang)

[switch]
evil empire
you already know what it is, p*ssy
pardon the interruption, for this little smoke break

[part ii]
(a*a*aye)
this a mini drac not for accessory
i f*ck model hoes why is you testing me
i get geeked out my body excessively
44 bulldog gon’ shoot i ain’t wrestling
needa pay me a bag to get next to me
block that hoe once a day she be stressing me
i just f*cked on your hoe accidentally
30 rounds in this chop, you get 10 a piece
we got rackies too, what y’all boys wanna do
i got more f*cking wheels than a carnival
lil twin ready to spill like some f*cking juice
had to get off the pills cause i f*ck with juice
richer than all my idols can’t f*cking lose
n*ggas can’t run a mile up in these shoes
n*ggas love acting wild, they never do sh*t
i got n*ggas that dying to run into you
have my twin throw a bomb like cam newton
you ain’t talking no bag then i can’t do it
i don’t gotta talk sh*t let the fans do it
i can’t peep that boy sh*t had to glance through it
thats a lil bitty b*tch n*ggas ran through it
he had money before he advanced
vs1 diamonds sitting on my wrist, i been sh*tting on n*ggas they ain’t have a chance
(gang)
all of my b*tches be grown
don’t know what these n*ggas on
i’ve been the one since i came out i’m back in my zone
time to put these n*ggas on
44 bulldog keep barking tryna find a bone
b*tch i got it on my own
i’m rocking issey miyake mixing sh*t with chrome
im mr. put that sh*t on
f*ck from the back got that b*tch reciting all my songs
n*gga with me watch your tone
most of these n*ggas that you would think are really real
really is sweet all along
i walk outside with that stick up on me this for real
n*gga i be all alone
most of the n*ggas i’m riding with be in the field
n*gga you be on the phone
(p*ssy)

- slump6s lyrics

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