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slim dunkin – too late to swang lyrics

[intro-lil capp]
uh, oh yeahhhh
(southside on the track)

[hook-slim dunkin + lil capp]
we the reason why they chain tucked
heard you wanna bang up? (oh yeah)
catch his -ss outside, bet he get flamed up (latttt)
too late to sw-ng, duck (too late to sw-ng)
too late to sw-ng, duck (too late to sw-ng)
too late to sw-ng, duck (too late to sw-ng)
too late to sw-ng, duck (too late to sw-ng)
we the reason why they chain tucked
heard you wanna bang up? (oh yeah)
catch his -ss outside, bet he get flamed up (latttt)
too late to sw-ng, duck (too late to sw-ng)
too late to sw-ng, duck (too late to sw-ng)
too late to sw-ng, duck (too late to sw-ng)
too late to sw-ng, duck (too late to sw-ng)

[verse 1-slim dunkin + (derez de’shon)]
ain’t no tryna break it up, get your -ss knocked the f-ck out
a bunch of young n-gg-s bring the ambulance truck out
these n-gg-s better duck, i’m a fool with the 40
them hands nice too, call me ‘sucka punch shawty’
(oh sh-t, there goes security)
tell ’em they can get it too
got some grove street patna’s that’ll get rid of you
everybody know, n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck
put your head on a swivel, tell a n-gg- “better duck”
one sw-ng, all sw-ng, n-gg- what’s up
go and act up, everybody strapped up
man down, oh sh-t, heard some shots fired
last n-gg- ran his mouth, left his jaw wired
i was the problem child, n-gg-s never went to cl-ss
keep my pants on the ground so ya’ll can kiss my -ss

[verse 2-lil capp]
catch his -ss outside, bet he get tamed up
no [?], i’m [?], not like you lame f-cks
pull up in that range truck, bet ya’ll can’t tame us
100 in the whole crowd, ain’t no witnesses came up
and that was just yesterday, dump on the whole crowd
clear the scene, like pepper spray
they saw that .44 barrel and it took they breath away (ha ha)
now he front page on the newspaper
on the shelf today
told the n-gg- he was [?]
50 deep, slim d
dirty gang, or the taliban
50 n-gg-s in the caravan
shooting sh-t like the cameras man
still beat a m-th-f-cka’s -ss
naw, i ain’t [?] man
when i see the whole crew glisten, they strapping [?] like rubber bands

[verse 3-b. ceezy]
its too late to sw-ng up, too bad your -ss in the scope
30 rounds on the c4, its that beretta ho
shake um get some [?] to me, my choppa got the best of me
smash on these n-gg-s who be thinking that they extra deep
what’s all that talkin’ loud ‘fore, that soufboi said the crowd so
n-gg- i mean, i bet i bust, like that t.i. flow
concrete, flow hard
[?] road, my god
i’m in it for the c-note, free my brother rico
i get paid for the sh-t that craig did to deebow
i’m covered from the freethrow
it ain’t no running out, its a half a minute later
and i’m still dumping

- slim dunkin lyrics

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