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777villain - slide lyrics

[intro]
wicked, wicked
feel that, that’s a real chain right there, you feel me?
i got big rocks on the wrist, you know
wicked, wicked
big boy villain back in this
back in the studio, ya dig
i’m feelin’ like the real big boss again, y’know
startin’ to feel like the sheriff of the town
oh yeah, ouhboy, this sh+t bangin’

[hook]
walkin’ through the town like sheriff
n+ggas know that i don’t come to play
iced out bags on the torso
stars all on my chain
p+ssy don’t want no smoke
lay yo’ ass down for the train
walkin’ ’round town with a handgun
on momma, i got good aim
best in the booth, six in the shooter
point it at a b+tch n+gga, reach for the skies
thick lil mama, fresh out the oven
said, hold on, can i get a piece of that pie?
bands real big, pockets got fat like my wallet ate high fat
grease on the fries
hop on the beat, turn it to a jam
got ’em all sayin’, oh, that boy slide
yeah, i got money comin’ in my bank
on the opp block while i smoke my dank
spin it in the whip, got all black paint
i do sh+t for real but this ain’t no prank
told her i’ma make it out the ghetto, started stackin’ paper like legos
hoppin’ out with all my fellows, like, hey, b+tch, h+llo
fah, fah, fah, now he dancin’ with the devil
hoppin’ out the coupe, me and my partner
real good aim, we ain’t no archers
gettin’ my paper, peter, no parker
kick him out the ship, he was an imposter
hey, you know i got horses in it
throw a box in the river had a corpse in it
too smooth, i don’t put no force in it
i be ballin’ like sports, no courts with it

walkin’ through the town like sheriff
n+ggas know that i don’t come to play
iced out bags on the torso
stars all on my chain
p+ssy don’t want no smoke
lay yo’ ass down for the train
walkin’ ’round town with a handgun
on momma, i got good aim
best in the booth, six in the shooter
point it at a b+tch n+gga, reach for the skies
thick lil mama, fresh out the oven
said, hold on, can i get a piece of that pie?
bands real big, pockets got fat like my wallet ate high fat
grease on the fries
hop on the beat, turn it to a jam
got ’em all sayin’, oh, that boy slide

- 777villain lyrics

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