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dfb drako - slip n slide lyrics

[verse 1]
aye catch me with the a 40 on my hip
you a b-tch i hit houses
you ain’t the plug you sellin nicks
riding wit a stolen stick
catch me in a stolen whip
i’m a solid -ss jitt
and i ain’t switching up for sh-t
when you down bad on yo -ss then you gotta hit a l!ck
run up in yo neighbor house but you gotta do it quick
only roll with yo brothers cause these n-ggas really snitch
wait to my hair get longer i’m a fill it up with wicks
shout out to my n-gga bricks
in new jersey with the sh-ts
my n-gga smilez he’ll smile but still hit you with the clip
bad cuban and she thick
say she wanna take a pic
i might take her to the crib and fill her stomach with some d-ck
you either rob or go to school
and i dropped up outta school
so what you think i had to do
finesse dem n-ggas out they shoes
i’m the wave let’s take a cruise
we put them n-ggas on the news
we some f-ckin loose screws
because that is what we choose
if you bump me while i’m walking i’m a hit you, you excused
if you wanna shoot it out then come on we like to shoot
how you claiming you a gangsta boy you sweeter then some fruit
we gone tie yo -ss up and make you give us all yo loot

[hook]
i ain’t talkin bout no lollipop but b-tch i need a l!ck
i ain’t talkin bout no beaver dams but b-tch i need a stick
i’m rollin of dat gas dis hear got me high quick
hold the 40 wit 2 hands cause dis b-tch here gotta kick
invite me to da party slip and slide i got da drip
run up in ya house slip and slide we out cha crib
gave her -ss a pill and told her let’s go take a trip
slip and slide the hoe i’m tryna f-ck ha -ss den dip

[verse 2]
i eat it up eat it up eat it for dinner
told my mama that i’m getting more ink than a printer
i should pray to the lord cause a n-gga is a sinner
but instead i smoke a fat wood that look like my finger
it’s a lot of ops out so i carry round my nina
yo b-tch so flexible i told her she a ballerina
you say you next up well n-gga i’ll like to differ
you don’t know which way i’m going like i ain’t turn on my blinker
she gone bring her friend she like to f-ck her friend with me
you won’t catch me lackin i got nina ross with me
money calling on my iphone 8 it stay with me
choppa make him sing we gone call his -ss whitney
b-tch you cannot jump me i got all my n-ggas with me
bad b-tch look like peanut b-tter i call her -ss jiffy
doing shows i hit the club i’m bringing out the city
i ain’t turn myself in the police had to come get me
since a jit i been a threat
call me mr get her wet
put a rope around yo neck
fa flaggin on the internet
you in dat jam and confess
i can get ya address
it ain’t a problem if you gone show respect

- dfb drako lyrics

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