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slim thug – go long lyrics

[chorus:]
if you ain’t a real n-gg- get the f-ck away from me, in other words go long (b-tch n-gg- go long) [x3]

cause you don’t want me to put my, i said you don’t want me to put my slap hand on your throne

[x3]
b-tch n-gg- go long, get gone
if you ain’t a real n-gg- go long

[verse 1:]
look i’m forever the flyest, my revenue rise
my hustle prescribed, don’t take no consignment
my rival is s-x, got a selection of kicks and it’s not your day if i’m selecting your b-tch
i got a watch on my wrist, it’s made by the swiss, worn by the rich
got that sh-t you can sniff
got not time to play grounds, way too much of a mess
i’m talking dollars and cents, making dollars and cents
i made an honest attempt, take my dollars and split
amongst a politic crips, i’m talking violence and sh-t
without no sign it exists
i made my mind, this is it
i weighed the risk and the reward and put the grind to this sh-t
and now the money, the power, i’m ent-tled to this
and all the hating and debating, that’s the cowardice sh-t
claiming frog, you ain’t believe til i rock this sh-t
so hate n-gg-s go long, you can die where you sit, uh

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
who your og is cause? his name dj screw
nowadays that’s my n-gg- dj errick, if it ain’t him i see like, “dj who?” and i got a b-tch looking so fast, every time i do it people be mad, they want a replay fool
i ain’t even in the bill, still raise your hand
cannon i still free up the freeway who
yeah i’m f-ckin with my n-gg- nipsey, we f-cked up way past a little tipsy
god d-mnit that’s the second godd-mn pen to this week i’m waiting on triple a to come and get me
get bent on a daily basis
so let’s time it woop
and if am i’m rolling with the fifty
ain’t talking bout a pistol either b-tch, millimeters b-tch
and if you ain’t behind it then you don’t wanna see this sh-t
put your gl-sses on
yeah, officer i had it but i p-ssed it on
i’m in and out the airport, no cashing for
white b-tch, big t-ts, no -ss at all, just a bag to roll
i gotta keep it on the low
if a b-tch n-gg- see it he gon raise up his hands and tell it
but all the real n-gg-s see it, then they ain’t seen sh-t
bet i can check a hundred thousand by breakfast

[verse 3:]
it’s the same old dublin, still the same hustling
still going up, i ain’t never going down
i do this rap sh-t just to rep for my town
got a crib out in cali and the hill blowing pound
minding my business, me and my b-tches, roll so low whenever i go get it
it be your best friend tell you pant smith put money in his pocket and still turn witness
my surface smile, i don’t f-ck with y’all
you say you went a trial, i heard you told it all
asking me for work, b-tch n-gg- h-ll no
you fire k one i don seen your file
you n-gg-s fake, you n-gg-s snakes
when you see my face don’t touch your brakes
i ain’t tryin to end up in that place
get the f-ck on, go long, that’a way

[chorus]

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