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slim thug - codeine cup's flow lyrics

i d’know what you trippin’ on
must be what you sippin on
i’m still tippin; on fours flippin’ with the paint drippin’
when i leave home
tell ya baby mama gon’ leave me alone
you can have her back, i’m done with that
i ain’t had too much fun with that
i’mma let you gon’ run with that
i’m a cold mack, you can call me goldy
yeah like the pimp, same as the rollie
‘git your money up’ what my o.g’s told me
and i been doing that since my o.g’s know me
don’t tell me, show me, talk is cheap
a cheap b-tch cain’t sweep up my jeep
my hoes top notch they cain’t compete
bringin’ daddy back 20k a week
that sadden up, i’m stackin’ up
you n-ggas better get your mackin’ up
still doin’ shoes that’s packed as f-ck
and i ain’t dropped sh-t since you-know-what
you know what, i’m high as f-ck
drank got a n-gga’s mouth dry as f-ck
ev’ryday i step out fly as f-ck
and that’s some sh-t you cain’t go drop me up
drive fast cars, got fast cash
gotta smoke and drank to slow me down a tad
i’m just gettin’ mine midin’ my business
why these hatin’ n-ggas act so mad??
wanna’ see me fall
hate to see me ball
wanna see me crawl
hate to see me tall
stand by me i make em all look small
hall of fame thugga’, put my name on the wall

- slim thug lyrics

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