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freddie gibbs - str8 slammin' lyrics

[hook: freddie gibbs]
can you picture a n-gg- out here clocking cash and
pulling stick ups, i guess i had to glock and mask it
nine zippers, let’s bust that open, cut and bag it
water whipper, i’m in the kitchen str8 slammin’
thug n-gg-s, and drug dealers, that’s all i hang with
puffing swishers, and f-cking hoes, we on the same sh-t
in the kitchen, gon’ whip my weight up to a mansion
eight figures, that’s what i call str8 slammin

[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
g.i. thuggin
yes picture this midwest n-gg- rollin
hardrock hustling
b-tches stick to the d-ck cause you know a n-gg- holding
living on some pimp sh-t
i’m a let y’all chase hoes, i’m a get chosen
keep a b-tch d-ck whipped
got a whole lotta broads that’ll bust that open
fresh up off a straight dope stain
i know my clothes still smell like cocaine
the real n-gg-s understand
i ain’t trying to be the man
if you put it in my hands, it’ll go mayne
i keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side
got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride
if you wanna get high, all drugs i provide
getting my thug on where i preside
n-gg- been bust at, still i survive
push packs and i live to tell it in my raps
lost a couple homies, i can never get em back
life got me stressed, so i’m twisting up a sack
i’m street certified, n-gg- – check my stats
back up to the wall cause i’m coming up to bat
and these little n-gg-s said they got racks on racks
so the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax
got d-mn

[hook]

[verse 2: juicy j]
f-ck what i’m worth
still out here on the grind
trying to stack racks
racks on racks, never caught slipping
n-gg- get wrong, it’s a toe tag
f-cks with the hood
still eat good
hanging with the killers with the black masks
they will kidnap your wife and kids
you n-gg-s don’t want that
do what we gotta do to make it
hope them jackers won’t take it
if a n-gg- violate me i heard my young n-gg-‘s gon erase em
i don’t fight over no b-tches but i kill for bread
and i don’t hang out with no n-gg-s that sleep with feds
ride down on your block with that chopper, let that b-tch go
if you try to open shop up, that sh-t closed
money and the power
what we hustle for?
we already run ya house, ain’t no kicking doors

[hook]

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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