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lil shine - slide! lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah (d+mn, swavve)

[verse 1: lil shine]
finna go slide on your block, lil’ blatt (blatt, blatt)
hundred round drum, make your sh+t flap (flap, flap)
she wanna f+ck, like where you at? (yeah, yeah)
i’m sippin’ dirty, i’m pourin’ the act’ (act’, act’, ayy, ayy)
i keep a ‘k, she got a beam (beam, beam)
smokin’ on loud, smokin’ on steam (steam, steam)
b+tch hit me up, like, “what’s your ip?” (yeah)
i don’t wan’ f+ck, stay away from me (ayy)
i’m on the block, i keep a ‘k
b+tch wanna f+ck, not today
keep your sh+t hot, keep it okay
i keep it cool, yeah, i keep it straight
f+ckin’ yo b+tch and then i vacay’
i get the money, yeah, i get the cake
she hit me up, like, girl, you is fake
i’m finna slide and i’m in the stre—

[verse: zelly ocho]
run it and then i blow mе a bag
smokin’ on sh+t, now i feel like a jet
ain’t chasin’ no b+tch when i’m chasin’ thе check
ran up on me, he got hit in the head (boom, boom)
i’ma walk in that store, i ain’t look at no tag
i want that sh+t, i’ma buy it like that (b+tch)
i got a stick with a stick attached
f+ckin’ your b+tch, n+gga, i won’t chat
i’m worth an arm and a leg, yeah (yeah)
zelly worth an arm and a leg, yeah (yeah, yeah)
i’m not smokin’ on sh+t (on sh+t), i can’t smoke with that b+tch (that b+tch)
i want the ice on my wrist (yeah), like i broke my sh+t (ice, ice)
n+ggas be talkin’ that sh+t (that sh+t), why they be mad at me? (mad at me)
you still broke, you don’t got no cheese (huh? uh)
you ain’t servin’ that sh+t, you gon’ smoke all your weed (yeah)
i’m ballin’ on n+ggas, should’ve been in the league (yeah)
these rick owens jeans, it’s racks in these
i ain’t want no plug that’s taxin’ me (boom, boom)
i’ll take him down for everything (boom, boom)
i’m on the bottom, i’m on the top
and it ain’t no more flip+flop (no more, no more)
i’m ’bout to slide down in the drop (yeah)
i’m sippin’ goo with your lil’ thot (uh)
i ain’t got no time for no tough guy (yeah)
i’m ’bout to make that lil’ boy meet god (boom, boom)
you got a gun, you got hit for your sh+t (boom)
i know you ain’t try me, you smokin’ that sh+t
get put in a stretcher tryna send a no diss
you know i’ma run down, let it hit (boom)
i’m in this rap sh+t for them bands, you know a young n+gga tryna get rich (yeah, yeah)

- lil shine lyrics

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