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abu trigga - slmdremix lyrics

[chorus]
boy don’t want smoke like he smokey the bear
but we gon open fire anyway, don’t care
we gon burn down the whole forest using a flare
and we hitting harder than devon with a snare
i be making hip hop music
you be making kidz bop music
tookah on my hip, i’ll use it
better than the diss i’m doing, aye

[intro]
merch it, merch it, merch it (yuh)
merch it, merch it, merch it (yuh)
bro i swear to god if you don’t back away from me (okay like)
where you at corey? (yeah, okay like)
why you always tryna sit with the cool kids, you can’t sit with us bro (yuh)
you evеr have s+x with a girl on top of a washing machine? frank say it’s lit (nah bro, you can’t sit with us)

[verse 1]
okay likе your girl on me, she can’t have me (yeah)
she suck on it, just like maggie (yeah)
she not leaving, she a baddie (yeah)
i’ma keep her at the addy
that boy think he gonna smack me (what?)
what you mean you gonna jab me? (what?)
i be swinging like i’m batting (yeah)
i be swinging, need a caddy (yeah, yeah)
who is your daddy?
older girls on me and they kinda catty
i got this one girl she from cincinnati
maybe i’ll take her and pop out on, oh wait
i said i wouldn’t say his name (nah)
so just know i wasn’t playing (nah)
leave that boy up in his grave
i’ll dig him out another day
but right now we getting lit (aye)
tootsie pop, i hit a l!ck (yuh)
north atlanta, where it is (yeah)
yeah they know that i can spit (yeah)
tallahassee represent
foenem there call me a jit
they know that all my songs hit
like craig from friday with a brick (merch it)
i got them shook, uh
deliver bricks like i’m westbrook, uh
they know that i’m off the hook, uh
call me chef but i don’t cook, uh
hate one me but i don’t care, aye
your style need some repairs, aye
cartiers, bought her a pair, aye
if she gon ride, pay the fare, aye
[chorus]
boy don’t want smoke like he smokey the bear
but we gon open fire anyway, don’t care
we gon burn down the whole forest using a flare
and we hitting harder than devon with a snare
i be making hip hop music
you be making kidz bop music
tookah on my hip, i’ll use it
better than the diss i’m doing, aye

[hook]
i’m serious
flow like fast and furious
they just wanna hear me spit
they like, “are you hearing this?”
that boy getting curious
i think he delirious
come by here and it’ll get
bloodier than a period

[verse 2]
i was slept on like a mattress
now they up like they on acid (they up)
that girl not passive (what?)
just like the hulk i’ma smash it (oh yuh)
big time rush, four deep in the truck
i’ma keep it abuck, i’m not beating you up (yeah, yeah)
we got heat in the trunk, so we heating you up
he a tree but a stump, i got lean in my cup (aye, aye, aye)
i was getting ridiculed
you ask what i’m finna do (whatchu finna do?)
so i started dissing you (yeah)
then you told the princ+p+l (a diss)
she got a restraining order
someone better claim they daughter
pop out right behind her, she can’t find me like her name is dora (okay like)
and you know what happens next
but if you don’t, don’t ask the feds
anton don’t snitch, that’s a fact (yeah)
don’t remember where we at
on the school bus like the trap
bigger head mean bigger cap
don’t ever say i can’t rap
out rap reynolds, that’s a fact (reynolds)
don’t fiddle (huh?)
all in her mouth like dental
they know i don’t rental
i own it from the get go
they acting funny, jay leno
they know that i never settle
call that boy trevon martin cause he getting shot over skittles, aye
[chorus]
boy don’t want smoke like he smokey the bear
but we gon open fire anyway, don’t care
we gon burn down the whole forest using a flare
and we hitting harder than devon with a snare
i be making hip hop music
you be making kidz bop music
tookah on my hip, i’ll use it
better than the diss i’m doing, aye

- abu trigga lyrics

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