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s.l.a.b. - intro: we back lyrics

(-talking-)
s.l.a.b., slow loud and bangin’
these motherf-ckers, act like we was gone somewhere
b-tch we still in the game, and we still running sh-t
it’s bout time i set it off round this motherf-cker, boss

[boss]
i tell a motherf-cker, check out the grill
check out the steel, check out the fifth wheel
scope out the belts and bumpers, on back of the black lac
i got a black mac, in a backpack
lil’ n-gga, known to bang to the tip-top
zip a n-gga, in a six foot ziplock
make a talking -ss n-gga, get a lip lock
i’ve been rapping for the cash, f-ck hip-hop
b-tch n-ggas, don’t get far
boss bout to make a n-gga, get a big scar
are you ready, for the big war
got big g’s, hopping out of big blue cars
big blue stars on our feet, n-gga don’t slip with the heat
n-ggas go to sleep, with the heat
with a toe tag, on his feet
when we creep, ain’t a d-mn thang sweet

[trae]
better watch out, ‘fore you open your mouth up
cause n-ggas out the h, might beat your block up
dropped on the block, with the top done popped up
fell back the trunk, and unlock the knocked up
look at the grill on my car, look at the grill in my mouth
look at the grill, on top of the big truck
cuts in my mouth, it’s invisible stuff
get back b-tch, ‘fore a n-gga get rough
i got a 4-5, and i bet i don’t bluff
i got a bad b-tch, but a n-gga don’t cuff
seem real high, but a n-gga don’t puff (a n-gga don’t puff)
not on the weed, but i’m riding hydro
might get k!lled, for everything that i know
but i got way mo’ tips, than hollow
to make a n-gga don’t want drama, no mo’
don’t get blessed, run in your mouth
a cl!ck of guerillas, might run in your house
on top of that, we might run in your spouse
the same way, that a n-gga run through the south
we g-a-n-g-s-t-a
running from the laws, from around my way
ain’t no way, to get around my k
deep down south, is what i rep everyday

(-talking-)
this is just the beginning of this sh-t
-ssh0l-s by nature n-gga, slow loud and bangin’
motherf-ckers running round here, really smelling theyself
i outta put you hoes back in place, back and touch your toe self
so you know the real, and you know what’s not
n-gga s.l.a.b. been in this sh-t, we been in these streets
we running this sh-t n-gga, simple and plain
screwed up cl!ck, -ssh0l-s by nature, slow loud and bangin’
ain’t sh-t changed round here baby, we gon keep it gutter a hundred percent
we been on this pain sh-t for real, peep game recognize
look at the grill, b-tch -ss motherf-ckers

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