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slim 400 – piru lyrics

[intro: slim 400]
lord, what we got is real (yup, this all bl-ssick)
yeah, and you’re the only one that can judge me (know that)
serving in these streets ain’t right, it is what it is
so what we doin’ what we doin’ so what
don’t judge me speak my name
i’m dancin’, baby
slim 400 baby, lets go

[hook: peryon]
i twist my fingaz on the corner
sell crack, cocaine & marijuana
ski mask red rags & california
piru piru
i sw-ng through the streets with all my partners
pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers
hundred round .223’s inside the chopper
piru piru

[verse 1: slim 400]
back then they was fakin’ it
n-gg-s knew they it was, and it was bompton
same sh-t i was i’m spitting ’till this day
that’s shout the word out to baby trey
we speaking on the real one
better state the facts or don’t say nothing
that’s true as can be
& and i’mma keep that foreign, and on bompton p on spruce street
i ain’t never had to fake it
its a roll to play you should see it&, n-gg-
you ain’t never even heard of that
(aw sh-t n-gg-, you better listen to nip n-gg-)
how you gettin’ money how you stackin’?
who your favorite artist, how you rappin’?
(sh-t b’s been f-cking with c’s n-gg-, you ain’t learn a lesson from anything)
been putting down i done earn mine
two sh-lls and done did some time
like why? n-gg- f-ck you
and that’s really him
now recording me and him in the studio (wiz)
balling out at the squad meet. (obama)
pulling out in all bl-ssik sh-t
my favorite color been burgundy

[hook: peyron]
i twist my fingaz on the corner
sell crack, cocaine & marijuana
ski mask red rags & california
piru piru
i sw-ng through the streets with all my partners
pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers
hundred round .223’s inside the chopper
piru piru

[verse 2: yg]
rich n-gg-s still in the turf
since 16 i’ve been burned
mixed the brandy with the lemonade call it briminade
now we turnt
on the corner on the block with no t-shirt
driving slow gonna that’ll get you merked
caught em slipping in the turf
rip pictures on the shirt
b-o-m-p-t-o-n
late night n-gg-s creepin’
the reason your momma said when the lights come on bring yo -ss in
yeah, n-gg-s hang out
talk extra we banged out
trade straps then trade them back
let the burgundy flag sw-ng out, d-mn
n-gg-s don’t want no escape plan
n-gg-s just wanna bird and the chopper that’ll get ’em off one in his hands, d-mn
bompton snapped back with my ray-bans
thinking back boo the third
free him
he my main man
piru

[verse 3: redrum 187]
didn’t reach that
gotta reach back
protocol g-code i’mma teach that
if you fool ’em we gon’ eat that
heat that then we gon’ reflack(?)
don’t let them be in the p hat
with the same d-mn thing
believe that
hands up no gun j-panese that
redrum still a1 spit that be fact
(?)
(?)
(?)
bompton where piru street at
big burgundy flag where we k!ll over mag
then we bring it right back
i know every og that came before me
turnin over in the grave they mad
its a glitch in the matrix
you said gotta switch to the basics
(?)
(?)
(?)
when a homie got a life
other homie got k!lled same d-mn night
take flight on one of your own
that sh-t right there ain’t right
that sh-t right there ain’t right

- slim 400 lyrics

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