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izaiah combs – slap lyrics

ay man, ay man, ay, i’m in, oh, ay, i’m in room 3 in my f+ckin’ turnt up, on a beat monday, wednesday, thursday, friday, day, can you feel me
all these hoes in here, finna get f+ckin’ toasted
startin’ off with daylon, b+tch ass, ay, startin’ off with daylon, b+tch ass, i was tryin’ to run after gina, you a f+ckin’ b+tch, and you was a snitch, all these n+ggas playin’ with me
can you feel me? and gina loud ass, always tryin’ to say some sh+t, shut your b+tch ass up, you in room 3 now, get your ass to class

always tryin’ to fool with mr. gilley, finna toast your ass, and we got, uh, kyler, sittin’ in the f+ckin’ seat, turn your b+tch ass around, and you always never go to class
what the f+ck, man? get you out the class, like i f+ckin’ said, n+gga, i’m your f+ckin’ daddy, so do what your daddy say
do what your daddy say, and you back down in the blue, ay, come on, n+gga, you ain’t finna leave the class, now you in here, finna toast your ass
and that’s on my f+ckin’ mama, and i don’t do girl drama, so don’t you come to me when i’m in the hallway

and they call mе mr. d+rock, don’t you play with me, finna take your sh+t, nah, sn+tch your chain, bust your brain
all thesе n+ggas playin’ with me, got a diamond chain, and my dog in the back, and he real f+ckin’ quiet, all these n+ggas playin’ with me
oh, all these n+ggas playin’ with me, gotta catch my breath, all these n+ggas playin’ with me, hit you in your face, knock you out the chair
all you n+ggas lame, and y’all don’t f+ckin’ game, bae, so get the f+ck around me, all you sixth graders so f+ckin’ soft on my f+ckin’ mama

gina, stop lookin’ at me, you with the girl drama, but you can’t fight us, you always fightin’ the little kids
get your ass to class, little b+tch, and don’t f+ck with me together, you in room three now, do what daddy say
all these n+ggas playin’ with me, they keep hatin’ on the kid, all these n+ggas playin’ with me, you a counterfeit, ayy, you a counterfeit, man
they been askin’ where the f+ck i been at, i been gettin’ raps, where the f+ck you at, and i’m stackin’ up money, where you at

i been with the f+ckin’ gang, gettin’ fly, gettin’ high, all you hoes playin’ with me, i ain’t tell no lie, i will never testify
if i ever go to jail, and that sh+t ain’t a hundred, nah, i’m out this b+tch, n+gga

- izaiah combs lyrics

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