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slim jesus - traffic lyrics

[intro: slim jesus]
gang gang gang gang
gang in this b-tch man
you know how the f-ck they call me
they said i wasn’t tryin’ to put on for my city man
i was just waiting on my demons to get out
shout out ca$h man
gang
what up link
what’s up bro, let’s get it man
boom boom boom boom
gang gang

[verse i: slim jesus]
yo b-tch on my d-ck man she hittin’ my line (ring ring)
she wanted my money and all of my time (dah)
only chasin’ the checks and she gettin’ declined
and benjy and jacks only thing on my mind (skrrt)
chasin’ a bag ain’t no nickles and dimes (nah)
tryinna stay me, b-tch i’m shootin’ for mine (bah)
h-lla guns on me, got uzi and nines (bah bah)
30s, and 50s, extendos, and [?] (boom boom boom boom)
i’ve been ridin’ round catch me with that toni (with that toni)
caught me lackin’ up in traffic b-tch i’m never lonely (nah)
you can ask your b-tch about me guarantee that she now me (thot)
pull them blue faces out my [?] guarantee she blow me (yeaah)
gang full of k!llers ain’t playin’ no games (nah)
get jammed up and say no names (yuh)
heard you was talkin’ that slim was a stank
send my young hitter he comin’ for brains (bah)
only the gang i ain’t f-ckin’ with lanes
f-ck with the gang and then hammers gon’ bang (boom boom boom boom)
[?] no b-tch you a stank
k!llin’ this drill sh-t i’m in my own lane
i be in the cut smokin’ dope
witchyo shorty (smokin’ dope)
copped a pack break it down
and that b-tch gon’ sell it for me
on the corner with the gang
and b-tch i’m rockin’ all my jewelry (all my diamonds)
try and take my chain
b-tch i’m squeezin on this 40
(bah bah bah bah)

[interlude: ca$h]
n-ggas already know how we comin’ man
shout out to my n-gga slim man
gang [?] sh-t b-tch
let’s get it

[verse ii: ca$h]
now all these n-ggas part of [?] gang now (gang)
now [?] n-ggas wanna come around (what)
but the same young n-ggas that i’ve been with
be the same n-ggas that’s always been around (gang)
man this sh-t ain’t not a game (no, no)
we be gettin’ money for a b-tch and then we [?] bands (let’s get it)
n-gga run up on the gang gettin’ turko stains (brrrrrra)
red dot on a [?] smokin’ [?] face (boom)
[?] a sack b-tch (bands, bands, bands)
i be runnin’ thru them bands know i always get them racks b-tch
gmt that’s the money gang (gang)
a lot of n-ggas wanna know sh-t [ ? ] money came
man i swear that’s the funny thang
a lot of n-ggas switch up for a lil’ bit of a f-cking chain (what)
man i’m still the same n-gga
with the same gang and i put it on my [?] (h-ll naw)
man i’m tired of this [?] (d-mn)
all this [?] gonna get a n-gga stuck quick (b-tch)
we don’t [?] a f-ck what a n-gga talk about
born in the black like i never seen a f-ckin’ drought (duh duh)
called you for the pack but i triple that that (flip)
one move one jug then i’m shootin’ back (boom)
a n-gga run up on [?] [ ? ] no bustin’ better hit (boom, boom)
cause i guarantee i’m shootin’ back
call slim we gon’ pull up in a benz now (skrrrt)
rollin’ choppas off top doin’ head now (brrrrra)
[?] when we ride [?]
bodies droppin’ now [?] we can’t be found
hit a drill, lay him flat
then we eat out
now we back up in the trap
bring the p’s out
did a drill, lay him flat
then we eat out (skrrrt)
(now we back up in the trap
bring the p’s out)

[verse iii: link]
cut these bands in my pocket i’m flexin’
these n-ggas is hatin’ don’t know what they do (b-tch)
spent bands on my robbers and rocks
mix louis with [?] inside of my shoes (b-tch)
i’m walkin’ up n-ggas is talkin’ and watchin’
it’s funny cause i never lose (i never lose)
i’m poppin’ now, n-ggas is watching now
lackin’, they think that my 40’s on snooze (boom boom)
these bands got your b-tch on command
don’t wanna be friends p-ss her to my mans (bands)
b-tch you lucky my n-ggas so dummy
they bussin’ for nothin’ so do not get [?] (brrrra)
[?] link i can call you in (plug)
i been trappin’ for a minute like n-gga watchu tryinna spin (gang)
call slim, n-gga pull off in a benz (skrrrr)
if you try to front the gang lil’ b-tch better bring yo friends
n-ggas know what we been about
if you wanna call bro we will run up in the n-gga house (run up in a n-gga house)
pulled up in a chrome to a n-gga mouth
if i bring her home, give me dome for a lil’ clout (b-tch)
n-ggas know we’ve been flexin’ a lot
[?] gotta get a pill better chill from stretching your block (gang)
gotta keep it still on me cause these n-ggas is [?]
n-gga try to peel on me and i’m droppin’ the top (eskett-t)

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