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lil slim c - that part (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
yah, converseen
lil slim c (that part)
playboi carti (that part)
yah

[hook: schoolboy q]
me no conversate with the fake, that part
all my b-tches independent b-tches, that part
i just want the paper, that part
all my b-tches flavored
that part, that part, that part, that part

[post-hook: schoolboy q]
ayy! that part
bang this sh-t in the hood one time
lil b-tch i’m back and poppin’
tell that ugly b-tch to move away, i need more options
broke? then fix your pockets, all i do is profit

[verse 1 : lil slim c]

ah, what?
come at me n-gg- you ain’t finishing sh-t (sh-t)
convos in the summer what n-gg- you a drummer?
get your pants sagged, now listen to hopsin
you a monkey you can’t get funky you a junkie mothaf-cka get lumped like you get stomped on my pills (f-ck no n-gg- what?)q
don’t tryna get over this sh-t, you ain’t gettin a bit
c’mon n-gg- go up right no
get crunk like lil jon
n-gg-s talk about greatness, then speak about me
cuz yeah, i wanna love you, yah, no censor (i wanna f-ck you)
split like my clothes all over my tlit
cause i’m lit (lit)
no convos on this sh-t, who the f-ck you are?
don’t get me f-cked on that cellphone, please don’t touch my raf
you know i got the jaf (d-mn)
she gettin lit, yah i’m a madman (madman so amazin)
diss to eminem, n-gg- go f-ck your sh-t, we are real sh-t no fake rip-offers
i’m about it with master p, splti like i’m thinkin of a master plan, like rakim, on the nakim (nakim)
you small n-gg- let’s go..

[verse 2: playboi carti]
yuh, yuh, yuh
poppin’ these pills in my coupe
i’m on the roof, move like i’m batman
um, d-mn, what, margiela madman
(margiela, mad, man!)
ooh, ooh, ooh
these n-gg-s they stealing my flow, talking bout huh?
boy i’m stealing your hoe
taking your hoe to the pad
she getting lit, she tryna suck on the d-ck
she wanna suck on the d-ck
she wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
suck like a tick, suck on this sh-t, give her to clique
give em the clip, get on your knees, pray for the d-ck
pray for this sh-t, pray for my clique, pray for my n-gg-s
ooh, ooh, i got my hand on the trigger
i got my hand on her p-ssy, all of these n-gg-s they p-ssy
he run away like a wuss, i got the paper like books
i can’t pull up b-tch i’m booked
walked in that b-tch and the b-tches they looked
all of these n-gg-s, these n-gg-s they shook
29 hop in the tub
wash my lil b-lls while i make a lil call

[hook: schoolboy q & playboi carti]
me no conversate with the fake, that part (what)
(i’m the mad man)
all my b-tches independent b-tches, that part (what)
(tell them i got it)
i just want the paper, that part (what)
(gimme the paper)
all my b-tches flavored (what)
(come over here)
that part, that part, that part, that part (yah)
(split karate chop)

[verse 3 : lil slim c]

karate chop on them fake -ss n-gg-s (what)
yeh i got the chop
new choppa came with the lean (what)
(wait what)
split my sh-t, i need a bit
50 cent on my pocket i need to work
why you got so much bad news (bad news)
master p the ice cream n-gg-
slikk the shocker the brother n-gg-
yo i got to much n-gg-s to be on the lit beatle n-gg- (what)

- lil slim c lyrics

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