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s.l.a.b. – slab bitch lyrics

(-talking-)
uh oh, s-l-a-b soldiers in this b-tch mayn
trae on the mic mayn, my lil’ brother galo
cl-ssy d yes sir, it go down mayn
slab soldiers for real, mob style for life mayn
squeeze the block, till it ain’t nothing left
this c.l., from the west mayn

[hook – 4x]
s.l.a.b. b-tch, get out the way
get out the way b-tch, get out the way

[lil’ b]
h.a.w.k. done rolled in a wide load, with candy paint on 84’s
got a calico for a hating hoe, that’ll beat the clown like bozo
i’ll tag your toe when i hit you hard, let you know i really don’t bar
step on the scene then pull your broad, getting mad i’ll pull your card
call it far but that’s how it go, down here in the s-o
riding solo in a fo’ do’, call me lil’ b i’m bybo
i wreck a show when i rock a stage, slab blasting off like a twelve gauge
n-ggas seem amazed we on the front page, bout the feddy we getting paid
playa made and that’s on the cl!ck, but these bopping hoes be riding d-ck
i hit her quick then leave em sick, f-ck shooting a arrow like cupid
they stupid i’m a thug n-gga, stepping out in gucci how you figga
your b-tch out of line you better gon get her, head buster i’m a wig splitter
you can’t forget a n-gga don’t play, represent the park i’m on fewquay
i gotta let my top down on a sunny day, it’s s.l.b. b-tch get on out the way

[trae]
i recommend that y’all get back, ‘fore i get p-ssed off and i wreck tracks
you n-ggas be liking the chit-chat, better duck when i’m busting on contact
a guerilla be ready for combat, four deep when i creep in a black lac
you think you the best n-gga bet that, everytime i spit see i’ma squash that
i got slab soldiers street cruisers, mouth piece like a load abuser
twin rugers, coming out the roof in a land cruiser
you don’t wanna plex cause i’m gonna do ya, i ain’t tripping i’m ready to get it on
did you hear the fat lady sing, h-ll naw so i got about eight mo’ rounds of f-cking up your dome
b-tch you done f-cked up and got a n-gga p-ssed, now i’m bout to get all up in your sh-t
lean on a n-gga like i’m a bumper kit, off the chain ready to bite like a pit
but donny d we throwing up south klique, living on lock down
don juan i ain’t forgot ya, see you already know i’ma shut they block down
and now y’all n-ggas finna disrespect, cause i run up they set fin to leave you wet
when i’m pulling this it’s only gon take a sec, and when i let it go you better run like a b-tch
half of you n-ggas better go get a job, you thinking you better than me
your rap sk!lls we gon let it be, n-gga you know you’ll never see me

[hook – 4x]

[mr. 3-2]
it’s the big boss in a harley, fat domino
i make the broads work the track, and bring back payroll
no, i don’t go for them games
shoot a infrared aim, and that’s a god d-mn shame
how i’ma lay em in n-ggas tonsils, out here in these streets
f-ck starving i’ma eat, baby i bring heat
on every side of town, bleeding us underground
have my weight up, knocking out boys in the first round
i stay down, like the ground you walk on
right quick right fast, b-tch i’m worldwide known
blown out the frame, on a come up mission
for the face big heads, leaving boys missing

[showtyme]
step in my path’ll get you gone, spinning necks like a wheel of chrome
when i come through better guard your dome, like the n-gga trick daddy i’ma take it home
smash the gas i’m moving fast, i’m on a paper chase gotta get that cash
deep in the south where i keep my stash, a n-gga like me might beat your -ss
call me a chicken break it down, n-gga bricks know all over town
you don’t really wanna f-ck with my underground fool, cause this undeground sh-t ain’t got no rules
you n-ggas want a game i play to win, the n-gga showt–zy did it again
c-cked up deuce trays in a bubble eye lens, you could say it on a lexus lac or benz
customized n-gga you can’t buy nowhere, think flyness gotta be in the air
side to side n-gga you could find me there, this sh-t’s so hot you get burned from the flare

[hook – 4x]

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