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slide den - summrs lyrics

[intro]
(let’s go)

[chorus]
diamonds all when i pop out, i’m a rich n*gga, you know that
my drank n*gga just touched down, he like, “where the stores at?”
peep checked a n*gga out his qp, where his bowls at? (mingo, haha)
i can’t take you serious when you drankin’ on moët
i just got up off my flight, lil’ n*gga, where the juice at?
you know we all drink cup, why do you sip that?
clutchin’ on my cup ’cause i really blow that
i’m ten toes for my brothers and they know all that

[verse]
they label me a dirty, i know that
i f*cked a celeb but i can’t show that
all my stones real, y’all can test that
a n*gga spent the block in a scatpack
said you got the drop, well b*tch, slide on me, yеah
i keep some codeine with a .45 on mе
lamest sh*t you do is lie to a b*tch and say you my homie
lamest sh*t she could do is play with me and say she gon’ ride for me
please don’t ’cause that b*tch and her friend already f*cked on me
if summrs seen right, you better dead go with your gut, homie
run up, i turn to a k*mbo, ’cause i got the bugs on me
b*tch, my pockets sumo, i keep ten racks on me
five racks in my left pocket, five racks in my right pocket
slide in the fit in the h and i’m ballin’ like a d*mn rocket
we sh*tted on n*ggas for the past three years, they ain’t do sh*t ’bout it
only n*gga in my city seen a hundred racks at twenty and they still doubtin’
kan goin’ crazy, he just bought an ak with a banana clip
i can’t sit with these f*ck*n*ggas in the club, put me in the v.i.p
stop talkin’ out your top, better catch your head, boy, you better get a grip
i’m in a red i, goin’ ninety*five and it got black wheels
you can send a birkin, she got her ass and her titties did
walked up in b*tch flexin’ and i’m big stuntin’ like what the business is?
i don’t carry cash, boy, i got a whole black card, i’m a grown man
better stop askin’ for help, this sh*t is not cute, get it on your own, man
[chorus]
diamonds all when i pop out, i’m a rich n*gga, you know that
my drank n*gga just touched down, he like, “where the stores at?”
peep checked a n*gga out his qp, where his bowls at?
i can’t take you serious when you drankin’ on moët
i just got up off my flight, lil’ n*gga, where the juice at?
you know we all drink cup, why do you sip that?
clutchin’ on my cup ’cause i really blow that
i’m ten toes for my brothers and they know all that

[outro]
y’all know that, yeah
i can’t show that, no
you can test that
mingo, haha

- summrs lyrics

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