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maine musik – soulja slim flow 3 lyrics

[intro]
yeah, say you heard me
man look what that, man look say f-ck what they spitting ’bout
i was just up town by magnolia discount
check me out

[verse]
from what i was told i was to get set up by one of these hoes
not in a million years, this clip i ain’t got to reload
this b-tch hold, one-fifty under the bottom
stock on ’em, ain’t got to c-ck ’em
i’m clumsy so i’d drop ’em if i got ’em
you’re k!lled dead on arrival, survivors in the war zone
from crack to sellin’ heroin off a iphone
we stood on that corner with ’em on us, we ain’t even knew what work was
mama tellin’ me to pray ‘fore i knew what a church was
my first buzz, started n-ggas ’round me to envy
like i wasn’t ‘posed to be in soulja position, b-tch i’m supposed to be winnin’
‘posed to be spinnin’ on them n-ggas who just hit at your block
but my dogs like don’t let ’em trick me ‘fore i hit the top
i, -n-lyzed my situation (i -n-lyzed)
hammer on me daily, i refuse to let ’em take me
gen 4 made in australia, glock don’t come with a safety
’round this time my brother-in-law was on, chickens in the bas-m-nt
used to watch him microwave it, he like watch me make it come back
got a one and made a two and i ain’t knew he done that
i was fascinated with his gun, i knew where he keep it
on top of the closet but i was tall so i can reach it
i’d ease it out the house when he get loaded
and show it off and bring it back ‘fore he can notice, i was focused
eyes open on that block, rj had bread
i was tryna sell rocks, look at me, i’m rappin’ now
n-gga i come from the trenches, ask t to beverly david
the streets raised me, i cave his chest in with this murder weapon
i been project and that pyrex and due to department correction
my career had rested but i was still off prison
got offices that caught feelings for the streets again
you heard me? my luck f-cked up
ain’t been home five minutes, in a stolen truck
’cause my lil dog picked me up
he like b-tch, this b-tch come from downtown
i had bodies ridin’ ’round all day
i couldn’t wait ’til they let ya out the gates
say meezy move that shirt out the way
that’s the stolen k, i got in some sh-t the other day
they, told that boy look, just put this b-tch on the interstate
both of us is finna pray that they don’t run the license plate
’cause i ain’t goin’ back and do nothin’ for the state
i had visions of f-ckin’ my lil b-tch and eatin’ steak, you heard me
but look here, check this out, about that k
b-tch my life at stake and i won’t let them take me
comin’ fresh out the slammer so p-ss me that stolen hammer
we in a stolen truck, they stop us, i’ma blam ’em, look
i can’t let no n-gga take my soul
for all that, i could’ve stayed in them jail clothes
and stood on a stool in that motherf-ckin’ cell
and kicked that b-tch over and hung myself
but i knew good and d-mn well god ain’t forgivin’ suicides
but he’s forgivin’ when i slide so i let off that forty-five
and go duck off and hide and repent ’bout the sh-t
motherf-ck if they spit, pops shootin’, n0body hit
so look, i’m on with the subject, i’m thuggin’
fresh out of jail, i’m tryna go f-ck something
heard that lil ho lettin’ m-ffin
downtown, and she poppin’ that -ss
want me to smash, ’cause she heard i’m comin’ home to a bag, yeah
i got four fifties and eight twenties
i ain’t trippin’, i’ll pay for it if i want it
but i’ma tell you like this, you gon’ eat this d-ck
and you gon’ f-ck my clique if they want it
but your belongings gon’ be gone
n-gga took your purse and your iphone and now your mom home
she hollerin’ who been in my house?
they done stole somethin’ from me, them hoes be thuggin’
y’all wasn’t ‘posed to have no company, sh-t i’m gone with that money
back in the city, uptown committed
you don’t know me then don’t approach me, better bounce like sixty
or free that mike, master p, i see murder in my project
that mac’ll sh-llshock you, old chopper, i ain’t shot yet
i might just chill on miss anne with nut
like man them n-ggas ain’t f-ckin with us
you know we project babies, projects raised me, i go crazy
when i up them two four o’s, that’s eighty
problems you gotta deal with, make me hit the k!ll switch
man these n-ggas ain’t ready for that real sh-t
slim in heaven somewhere lookin’ down like i know this n-gga feel this
i got that magnolia spirit inside me so they gon’ have to find me
i’ll be where the iron be
shoot me and i’ll be hooked up to a iv
but, i might just pull that b-tch out of my arm
we ready to ball, minivan full of guns
look, check this out, b-tch i know you by that b-tch house
and if she come outside she picked off
like n-gga i just bought a double cheeseburger and told ’em no onions
that was metaphorically speakin’, i’m shooting that woman, you hear me?

[outro]
b-tch, ayy y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on, huh?
you heard me, yeah, day four
i won’t stop, i’m on a two week run
n0body else gettin’ nothin’ done
you lil b-tches, i’ma show you lil b-tches you can’t rap
stay the f-ck out my way you lil b-tch
you hear me, boss forever

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