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slim thug – trap or die freestyle lyrics

slim thug:
mo money
mo probelms
i’m back in court
baby mama tryna stick me wit dat child support(x3)
white folks tryna a n-gg-, b-tch make me sick
that’s wat i get fo thinkin wit my d-ck
man these hoes are scantless, n-gg-s ars snakes
they plottin in my pocket like i’m they big break
i be a d-mn fool to think sh-t all good
they lookin at a n-gg- like they take it out the hood
big boss of the south, n-gg-s jackin my slang
i gotta deal now these n-gg-s ain’t actin the same
the alb-m ain’t even drop, still considered a rookie
and n-gg-s already out here catchin that p-ssy
cause i’m makin what they make in a hour
that’s why i got the club takin campayne showers
switch cars every season, a hundered thousand or better
i got addicted to the smell of new leather(back to the beginning)
h-town trensetta, n-gg-s follow my lead
they try to catch up, but an’t follow my speed
boss hogg outlawz run da m-th-f-ckin city mayne
call me da down south p petey mayne
f-ck what cha think, and f-ck how you fell
we gettin paid down here n-gg-, for real
dem feds want a hotter n-gg- cause i’m livin large
i got a million worth of cars up in da garage
dope game ain’t same down in texas
boyz get knockin straight get to talkin wreckless
quit and take the streets fame and riches
can’t take they cars so quit and start snitchin
so, excuse me if i seem a little cautious
but it’s a lot of n-gg-s tryna to knock down us bosses
i’m dodgin crooses, rollin alone
one deep wit the chrome, it’s the boss, i’m gone.

pj:
pj, b-tch, now gotta pop up on the scene
gotta sold everything from the blow to the creme
when i hit the roll

- slim thug lyrics

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