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gwalla boi slim - bad combo lyrics

[intro: nasty nem]
nasty… uhh huh!
lets get it, from the yay to chiraq!

[verse 1: nasty nem]
i’m a show stoppin’, ho knockin’
four poppin’, hydro coppin’
straight dough swappin, slow noddin’
always under po-po dodgin, flow choppin’
road-blockin’, stone cold but i’m no austin!
i’m from the bay where life’s cheap
they bidding on you with no auction!
i’m so clean i need no moppin’
20 deep with my folks mobbin’
guaranteed all my shows rockin’
her panties wet when we go shoppin!
affiliated with the money team
we got big rings n-gga no boxin’
yo baby momma get kidnapped for that ransom money
ain’t no option, i slang with metal magneto!
i’m a war machine like don cheadle
and they be catchin’ everything i’m throwin’ at em’ tim tebow!
they’ll find your body with nemo, hottest in the bay
okay we know, it’s nasty -ss nemesis with montana of three-zero
matter fact just add one more zero, i hate a n-gga that freeload
strong armed robbery, n-gga don’t be no hero
oh your video is on vevo, but your video views should say zero!
you’ll get shot on the way to your own funeral like benzino!
don’t let your body get repo’d, big ups to diddy and rebo
play with me all you gon’ see big flashy lights just like reno
don’t look to hard at my people cuz my people shootin’ through peep-holes
i love my nina so much, that you would think i’m so emo
i’m never goin’ too deep bro, nasty nem i’m all about c-notes
no essays, no paragraphs, boy murda’ murda’ all she wrote
wait hold up childish gambino you try us and all you gon’ see smoke!
and when we come around your block, just tuck your chain like i’m debo!

[verse 2: montana of 300]
rap god b-tch come pray to me, better watch what you say to me
i’m not lebron i stay with heat, broski gon’ shoot like ray with me
got hitters in peoria, even more off in kankakee
p-ssy n-ggas don’t play with me, put a end to they bravery
kick his door soon as they asleep, take em out like they datin’ me
you can look at my face and see, n-gga it ain’t no fake in me
the last n-gga to beef with me, to say the least b-tch they deceased
i set it off so n-ggas know i f-ckin’ will no jada pinkett
i send these bullets at you broad day, they on you like baby d
shout out to big homie for introducing josé to me
it’s fge we ballin’ my n-gga we who they pay to see
we caked up like the bakery, i should start my own agency
no meek mill i don’t pop willies, i don’t pop mollies, i pop n-ggas
b-tch it’s montana i’m a hot n-gga, like record labels i drop n-ggas
yo main b-tch, leave my c-ck in her, p-ssy so wet need a mop in her
and it’s dta keep a glock wit’ em, gotta watch n-ggas and he stop b-tches
if they actin up, i’ma cop him up, take him out the picture i crop n-ggas
if my n-ggas snitchin, then that make him guilty by -ssociation i’m a cop k!lla
doin hits big bambino, then i’m walkin’ off like kemo, yeah i wet him up
and that’s exactly how they gonna find his -ss like nemo!
leave his body cold sub-zero, now put him six feet below!
funeral line while his momma cryin’ any n-gga tryin is gonna’ be mo’, squad!

- gwalla boi slim lyrics

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