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madmarcc - slide (remix) lyrics

[intro: madmarcc]
(ayy, ayy, kevlar, that motherf+cker fye)
(i watch kevlar cook the beat)
m+a+d

[chorus: madmarcc & 21 savage]
slide (yeah), slide (yeah), slide (yeah), slide (yeah)
catch him lackin’, we gon’ bust him (yeah), four+five, don’t like to tussle (bop+bop)
i f+cked his sister, if she try to fight me, shoot her brother (yeah)
these diamonds hit like lightning, shining bright, this drip a puddle
walked in when i was countin’ up, she gon’ bite me, grab a muzzle
first spot just made two hundred racks, can’t wait to rent another
shoot first, no room to hesitate, that’s how they caught my brother (21)
[verse 1: 21 savage]
spin (21), spin (21)
if you miss, spin again (21)
i give you w, you hit his twin, hold on, hold on, hold on (phew, phew, phew)
let me see what car them n+ggas in
i be all up in the club with the f&n
you see your opps and made friends (huh?)
big 4l p+ssy hold a lot of sh+lls, p+ssy
whack your brother, show you how his body smell, p+ssy
every time we slide, you n+ggas gon’ tell, p+ssy
if you talk to hold, that’s just like talkin’ to 12, p+ssy
step (21)
name an opp that we ain’t shot (21)
we ain’t smokin’ one, we smokin’ their whole block (21)
time to slide, you know they rockin’ out for rocks (21)
put a hunnid on ’em, i don’t play on n+ggas top (p+ssy)

[chorus: madmarcc]
slide (yeah), slide (yeah), slide (yeah), slide (yeah)
catch him lackin’, we gon’ bust him (yeah), four+five, don’t like to tussle (bop+bop)
i f+cked his sister, if she try to fight me, shoot her brother (yeah)
these diamonds hit like lightning, shining bright, this drip a puddle
walked in when i was countin’ up, she gon’ bite me, grab a muzzle
first spot just made two hundred racks, can’t wait to rent another
shoot first, no room to hesitate, that’s how they caught my brother
[verse 2: madmarcc]
we came from taking sh+t, look at me now, h+ll of a hustler (i know they proud of me)
you scared to take a loss, how you gon’ win without no struggle? (think ’bout that)
n+ggas get confronted by they sins and show they commas (rack, rack)
beefin’ ’bout these b+tches, shoot a pistol ’cause he love her (rack, rack)
fell in love with stackin’, shoot a missile ’bout these hundreds (stack, stack)
my goal to get the money, boy, you play, we puttin’ you under (slide)
on this soda, got me rollin’, b+tch, i’m loaded, check my jeans (slide)
n+gga folded, on my brodie, i’ma slide ’til he free (slide)

[outro: madmarcc]
slide, slide, slide, slide

- madmarcc lyrics

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