slasha, fxntax – where u at? lyrics
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slasha (hook/verse 1)
i get the bag yea i get the dough
he ain’t getting money stop cap, lil bro
if i see a n+gga talk down
pull up and ima jus hit him 10 rounds
pull up im smoking the pound
evil ass sh+t while his body get found (ughhhhh)
im finna chase on the paper
im finna get to the bag and then make her
you dont get no money you a faker
im finna get to the dough
pull up and ima just pour my four
yea, i dont give a f+ck bout a lil hoe
i f+ck with lil n+gga but not lil bro
bro, what the f+ck, run that beat back!
my brodie be smoking that pack
she sucking my d+ck and im like d+mn
all of you n+ggas is clones
i do not got enemies b+tch i have foеs
im running that back while im counting that dough
and you can’t f+ck with me lil hoe
shе wanna ride me she going to sleep
no kankan, i be pouring that lean
yea yo hoe, she a lil fiend (yuh)
yuh, got that dough
f+ck with no hoe
get that bag and then go
no i can’t f+ck with no hoe
back to my rapping sh+t
she call me lil santa im wrapping sh+t
she gimme that brain it was heavensent
yeah she gimme that dome while i sip
why she+ gone make me+ me im just chillin u+u+u+uhh
yeah yeah
fxntax (verse)
yuh, you could get hit with the pound, i got the gun, with like 40 rounds, my n+gga jay gon’ shoot you if you be talkin’ down, how the f+ck you talkin’ sh+t on me, where the f+ck is you at?, i’m doin’ backflips like i’m flippin’ a pack, you n+ggas is g+y, gotta’ hop off that, no tom brady, but she comes for the sack, we pop you like pill, i don’t lie in this sh+t, b+tch i do it forreal, these n+ggas so fake, gotta’ make you a mil’, he was talkin’ the sh+t, now you stuck in a seal, yeah, there’s no way you down for the ride, you get hit with the fa fa, i got a new whip, you know that i’m hoppin’ out, i ain’t scared of clowns, lil’ n+gga i jump them, dumb ass n+gga, n+gga you a rat now, lil’ stupid ass n+gga, he hang with the frats now (b+tch yeah)
slasha (hook/verse 1)
i get the bag yea i get the dough
he ain’t getting money stop cap, lil bro
if i see a n+gga talk down
pull up and ima jus hit him 10 rounds
pull up im smoking the pound
evil ass sh+t while his body get found (ughhhhh)
im finna chase on the paper
im finna get to the bag and then make her
you dont get no money you a faker
im finna get to the dough
pull up and ima just pour my four
yea, i dont give a f+ck bout a lil hoe
i f+ck with lil n+gga but not lil bro
bro, what the f+ck, run that beat back!
my brodie be smoking that pack
she sucking my d+ck and im like d+mn
all of you n+ggas is clones
i do not got enemies b+tch i have foes
im running that back while im counting that dough
and you can’t f+ck with me lil hoe
she wanna ride me she going to sleep
no kankan, i be pouring that lean
yea yo hoe, she a lil fiend (yuh)
yuh, got that dough
f+ck with no hoe
get that bag and then go
no i can’t f+ck with no hoe
back to my rapping sh+t
she call me lil santa im wrapping sh+t
she gimme that brain it was heavensent
yeah she gimme that dome while i sip
why she+ gone make me+ me im just chillin u+u+u+uhh
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