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slim thug - cocaine (feat. boston george, bun b) lyrics

selling cocaine, coming down candy.
when i see your b-tch in the mall she call me daddy. alright, p pimp in the trunk rode in neons.
old school steel blowing snow full of freon.
i p-ssin on you peons, p-ssy n-gg-s tryin to sue me.
fans watching my every move like they watching a movie.
a american gangsta live in the flesh and the sh-t
i’m selling like blue magic. it’s the best, yes.
p-ssy n-gg-s best to best up they chest
cause as soon as we catch em slipping we gon put that hoe to rest.
i put that on the text, n-gg-s think the boss is soft.
n-gg- gon make em bring the old boss out.
no drought in my city, if you need it we got plenty.
call me cocaine tony, out the a, f-ck women.

selling cocaine, coming down candy.
when i see your b-tch in the mall she call me daddy. you can catch me at the stinda steak, thirty dollar night.
one more night before the first, that’s a tupac type of night.
this b-tch bad, i shouldn’t hit her. i’m a hit her -ss tonight.
i’m a whip it, i’m a whip it, i’m a whip it til it’s right.
i’m d-o-p-e, yeah that’s me. everybody know g sling that coco lean.
catch me, n-gg- whippin at my sister too.
talkin bout no chevy when i say i win by sixty-two.
do it to a four, i put fours on that b-tch.
thirty-five hundred, get your four in a split.
y’all know g know that b-tch, i taught that hoe how to swim.
i took b-tch script the diamond lil kim.

selling cocaine, coming down candy.
when i see your b-tch in the mall she call me daddy. draked up but i’m dripped out.
man i’ve been there for like twenty.
choppers, droppers, and boppers, playa i had plenty.
been heavy in these streets for d-mn near a couple decades.
hustler in the grinder man, all i do is get paid.
all i do is get laid. kirby see a dimes, man all my slab get sprayed.
so candy paint and shine, got money on my mind.
got bread up in my brain, cash is all up in my conscious.
partner, i need it man. see me and slim thug run daily, sell drugs.
riding hard for our squads, f-ck n-gg-s catching slugs.
b-lls talking bun b, ninety-eighters and them boys in blue.
we ain’t gots to tell ya what them boys’ll do.

selling cocaine, coming down candy.
when i see your b-tch in the mall she call me daddy.

- slim thug lyrics

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