clyde carson – slidin lyrics
[verse 1]
(yeah, i)
finna give my saucier some new [?]
turned up of that juice, like i’m sunny, bro
topped+down on that stain, when it’s sunny, though
we’ll be talkin’ ’bout it, but it ain’t ’bout the money, though
we used to fight, put on gloves and the [?] would begin
hit the ways and go some rounds, just to see where it hints
that’s the reason why that n+gga murda turned up
i catch any bae, you wanna get on first stop?
look, [?] but the first got away
i gave it to pa, when i caught my first case
i felt like a boss when i bought my first place
i felt like a mack when i got my first mercedes
posers on the suburban, i’m standin’ on the roof
sideshowin’ a east, some haters caught on foot
b+tch, go get a bag, then come home and cook
wood over her wrap and all this is kush
[chorus]
(slidin’) sippin’ mixed liquor with your b+tch, homie
(slidin’) switchin’ lanes, she tryna put her lips on me
(slidin’) i got [?], packed+up in my [?], homie
(slidin’) she was opposite, you like the trip, homie
(slidin’) i’mma be that n+gga, please don’t be salty
(slidin’) got you lookin’ crazy when you speak on me
(slidin’) be smarter n+gga, tryna reach on me
(slidin’) dog ass n+gga, ain’t no leech on me
[verse 2]
she’s a chooser, i’m a user
that ain’t my boo thang, no that sh+t’s my booster
red+white dice fallin’ on the pool table
it’s been hennessy for breakfast and a dosa
(slidin’) all of you of n+ggas for the [?], yeah
(slidin’) double+back b+tch n+gga got a semi [?]
(slidin’) step+in in some steppers, it’s designer
(slidin’) got a brand new b+tch, and she the finest
ran about the house but what was i lookin’ for, then i found it
[?] my pinkie is [?], weakest n+gga be the loudest
play to much, yo n+gga childish, bunch of mind games
got a pie up on the counter, bunch of high grapes
deal with ferguson, a room and my uncles
drivin’ for a week, hit the road when we talkin’
how much do we own? show+money, just for walkin’
highway, cross another state, we ain’t [?] yet
[chorus]
(slidin’) sippin’ mixed liquor with your b+tch, homie
(slidin’) switchin’ lanes, she tryna put her lips on me
(slidin’) i got [?], packed+up in my [?], homie
(slidin’) she was opposite, you like the trip, homie
(slidin’) i’mma be that n+gga, please don’t be salty
(slidin’) got you lookin’ crazy when you speak on me
(slidin’) be smarter n+gga, tryna reach on me
(slidin’) dog ass n+gga, ain’t no leech on me
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