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bslime - little haiti lyrics

[intro]
(aj stay workin’, on god)

[chorus: bslime]
givin’ them work, don’t care ’bout a clerk
don’t ask me no words, don’t care what you heard
minis and choppers gon’ come out the curb
we shootin’ them birds, make family hurt
diamonds on me, yeah, them b+tches be shinin’
my young n+ggas wildin’, they smokin’ on herbs
kel+tec chopper to match and we don’t got no balance
you know i’ma flip on a nerd
bringin’ exotic, got baddies on baddies on baddies
you know i’ma f+ck ’em first
h+llcat cuttin’ through traffic, we trippin’
we trippin’, they say that’s the magic word
tat for tat, tat, we gon’ pop at your partner
[?] i’m sippin’ on syrup
pop at your ‘tato, they wan’ know who ate ’em
we carry the cratеr, we started the purgе
[verse 1: gunna]
ysl, ain’t n0body greater
we carry the crater, big bag of potatoes
i pop at your ‘tato come down to the paper
i’m totin’ a glock, got a beam like a laser
ooh, we gotta go see you later
we right back in vegas, don’t run from the shady
bslime from lil’ haiti, a real slimy baby
we smokin’ some fader, ysl super wavy
come through like the navy, osama
we takin’ the summer, they sick to they stomach
big slatt, i’m a blue anaconda
f+ck her with a condom, protectin’ these commas
had to trap, i couldn’t work at mcdonald’s
my hood was a jungle, we bought the whole jungle
i can’t lack, i’m asleep with the llama
my name doin’ numbers, i’m far from a runner

[chorus: bslime]
givin’ them work, don’t care ’bout a clerk
don’t ask me no words, don’t care what you heard
minis and choppers gon’ come out the curb
we shootin’ them birds, make family hurt
diamonds on me, yeah, them b+tches be shinin’
my young n+ggas wildin’, they smokin’ on herbs
kel+tec chopper to match and we don’t got no balance
you know i’ma flip on a nerd
bringin’ exotic, got baddies on baddies on baddies
you know i’ma f+ck ’em first
h+llcat cuttin’ through traffic, we trippin’
we trippin’, they say that’s the magic word
tat for tat, tat, we gon’ pop at your partner
[?] i’m sippin’ on syrup
pop at your ‘tato, they wan’ know who ate ’em
we carry the crater, we started the purge
[verse 2: bslime]
i’m like the drum on the beat
walk a n+gga down, restin’ in peace
that’s a hundred round on my release
a slimy anaconda, come from the streets
slimy, wipe your nose, that’s how it go
a murder, that’s the code, fasho’
we back to back the rolls, woah
slimy shades, baby, woah
yeah, i got a bad lil’ b+tch
she’ll put [?] bricks, she ain’t worried ’bout the money
i’m never runnin’ out of money
came from a bunny, i’m goin’ at [?]
chopper gon’ eat up his stomach
he’s a vegetable, we call him a [?]
we runnin’ the town, don’t n0body want it
i put on some nikes and run up my commas

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