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fredo bang - slidin lyrics

[intro]
-it’s koncept p, the beat knockin’-

[verse 1]
you can look me in my eyes, you can see the anger
i got murder on my mind when i fill the chamber
yea, grab the stick, grab the stick, hit and stank em
i’m gon’ road k!ll a b-tch, you know i’m gon’ stank em
yea, the opps be talkin sh-t, but they know what we be bout
i’m-i’m gon’ park down the street and wait for him to walk out
40-40 glock, extendo, fist fight, gun play
i told lit yoshi hit em in the face cause that’s the best way…

[chorus]
(blatt, pow, pow, pow) and you know that we be slidin (slidin)
(blatt, pow, pow, pow) and you know your n-ggas dying (dying)
(blatt, pow, pow, pow) yea, we got your mama crying (crying)
(blatt, pow, pow, pow) and that’s on gang, b-tch we slidin (that’s on gang, b-tch!)

(blatt, pow, pow, pow) and you know that we be slidin (slidin)
(blatt, pow, pow, pow) and you know your n-ggas dying (dying)
(blatt, pow, pow, pow) yea, we got your mama crying (crying)
(blatt, pow, pow, pow) and that’s on gang, b-tch we slidin

[verse 2]
i got a bunch of grandma k!llers hoppin out these tinted rentals (bow, bow, bow)
hollows rippin through your wooded house, tryna give you splinters (grrrrr)
f-f-f-ck with me and you gon’ lay, and i don’t speak about no beef (i swear to god)
i drop a bag on your head, and that’s how my n-ggas eat (blatt)
i shot em with my left hand, but i’m better with the right (better with the right)
yea, free tha landlord, get you rolled off with a kite
he-he had dissed me on the gram, my n-ggas asking what’s the price (ahh)
you never know how we be comin, might just slide on a bike (grrrr)…

(and you know that we be slidin
and you know your n-ggas dying
yea, we got your mama crying
and that’s on gang, b-tch we slidin)
-that’s on gang, b-tch!!!-

- fredo bang lyrics

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