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slim santana - rp lyrics

[intro: slim santana]
a xan, yeah
free trill trell, n-gg-
got that sh-t tatted on my m-th-f-ckin’ head, n-gg-
know what i’m sayin’, run that sh-t up next
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, i’m booted up (booted up)
i’m booted up (booted up)
booted, booted, booted, booted
i’m booted up, i zooted up (zooted up)
she tooted up (tooted up)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: slim santana & ynw melly]
rp, perc 10 got me on my -ss
i’m on university in the h-llcat, doin’ the dash
ooh, i’m in a h-llcat, doin’ the dash
ooh, i’m on a perc, they on my -ss
ooh, i’m in la, i’m in her -ss
ooh, and we just tryna duck the crash

[verse 1: slim santana]
duck the crash, free spoldie, cause’ he a spaz
and when it come down to it, i take it no match
all these n-gg-s cappin’ in they raps, they ain’t did that
free my brotha choppa, by that cell cause’ we done did that
yeah, we done did that, did that, did that
yeah, we done did that
yeah, yeah, yeah (did that)
did that

[verse 2: yung bans]
we done did that
need to know they cappin’ in they raps, they ain’t did that
i ain’t got no time to talk, i’m runnin’ me up a big sack
beatin’ this lil’ hoe all up on her mouth, just like a tic tac
her set off a jet in la, i got jet lag
can’t f-ck wit’ these rappin’ -ss n-gg-s, i ain’t said that
she said my d-ck so long, only just came over to get her breath back
and free my n-gg- jay, he bangin’ blue, don’t want no red flags
the b-tch just take my phone, but she ain’t sh-t so i ain’t text back
told her leave me ‘lone, that p-ssy fun, just throw that head back
vvs’s hidden on my neck, get yo b-tch took
smash her on that perc, make her squirt
leave a b-tch hooked
cappin’ -ss n-gg-, you a nerd, you ain’t never took
now they tryna beat me down, and hold me back, i never lose
straight up out that field
nah for real, i will never shoot
hit her with that choppa, and that blocka, leave a n-gg- [?]

[verse 3: ynw melly]
ooh, she gon’ f-ck me for my chain (let’s go)
ooh, and you gon’ shoot at me with a tec
ooh, .40 that just go right through his neck
ooh, point it at her knee, point that b-tch
who are you?
she suck on my d-ck for the jimmy choo’s
big glock, no it ain’t no 22
tell that lil’ b-tch that i’m into you
hol’ up wait, man f-ck n-gg-
i ain’t tryna do no interview
f-ck n-gg-, i’m a real street n-gg-
i ain’t never have no envy, dude
big glock, it’ll shoot yo -ss just like that bih f-ckin’ ‘pposed to do
h-ll nah, i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ jit
that hoe be f-ckin’ on older dudes
n-gg- like 30, uh and she need a perm
she f-cked on a 80 year old, uh i think that that p-ssy got worms
i’m on a whole other planet, with the rappin’ sh-t
these n-gg-s, aimin’ k!llin’ sh-t
they on the actin’ sh-t
and free lil’ bro, he got caught on the planet trappin’, b-tch
you n-gg-s ain’t wit’ it, you n-gg-s ain’t wit’ it
you on that p-ssy sh-t
and i got blood all on my eyes, and i got blood all on my teeth
and you lookin’ in her face, huh my rollie b-tch is green
and i nut on her face, ooh ooh ooh, make believe (yeah, yeah)
you k!ll somebody, you know that it’s make believe
i’m slime, this b-tch still goin’
n-gg-, my wrist snorin’
all of these b-tches be h-rny
right now, i look at the city
most of these b-tches be wit’ it
i’m like bans, can you get me them brand new givenchy’s
i’m like “yeah, i got money” walkin’ through the entrance
she don’t like me, cause’ i’m rich and i be arrogant

[outro: ynw melly & yung bans]
she say she hate me, cause’ i get it
yeah, i f-cked her friend (f-ck on melly, babe)
girl, you know you had to f-ck my twin (f-ck my twin)
slatt (f-ck my twin, f-ck my friend)
hol’ on, let me talk my sh-t, bans
twenty bans in my m-th-f-ckin’ mouth (yeah, yeah)
get the f-ck off your couch, and get some money, slatt
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
free my m-th-f-ckin’ brotha, man
free trap trill n-gg-, 1of1 sh-t for ever
slatt (slatt)

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