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slim thug - trash lyrics

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(-gun shots-)

(-talking-)

f-ck northstar, you old b-tch -ss, midget -ss n-gg-

get off my motherf-cking d-ck, f-ck big ballin

you old bootlegging, old weak -ss, trash -ss, hoe -ss n-gg-s

[hook]

(y’all) you n-gg-s fell off (n-gg-s)

my n-gg-s run the north (are)

you can’t f-ck with the boss

(trash) here come another loss

[slim thug]

brace yourself, for the main event from the boss

every hater that cross the boss, gon get crossed out

another loss on they record, them broke n-gg-s insane

y’all need to get together, and be the we hate slim thug gang

talking down on my name, so i’m punishing fools

i understand why y’all hating, y’all got nothing to lose

i got a lot to lose but f-ck it, i won’t lose my respect

the more i start getting checks, the more they start having plex

they do this sh-t to sell records, everybody telling me

they might get a lil money, but not more than me

like roy jones and hopkins, ain’t no 60-40 deal

i’m getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still

that mean these n-gg-s still broke, street fame still won’t get sold

they the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed

and to that other big b-tch, by the name of big pic

he certified garbage, you can’t f-ck with me trick

(ready, aim, fire), i’m bout make these haters retire

get a job at mcdonalds, d-ck suckers for hire

boss hogg and pie, we running these streets

got beef, my heat’ll have you run in the streets

calling police saying laws, come get them outlaws

they left me in the desert, in nothing but my draws

b-tch we raw, whether you believe it or not

come in my face with that plex, and you won’t leave back out

[hook]

(-talking-)

old b-tch -ss n-gg-, you gon have to graduate

a couple of mo’ cl-sses to f-ck with me, ha

[hook]

[slim thug]

correct me if i’m wrong, anywhere in this song

the same n-gg- who stole your cash, is who’s c.d. you on

what happened to i made them n-gg-s, and they stole from me

you never was acting, n-gg- you is funny

i peeped your gay ways, way back in the days

hiding in austin you cried, and wouldn’t rap on stage

all your fans was like man, this lil n-gg- a b-tch

when he can’t get his way, he quick to pitch a fit

i’ma do this i’ma do that, well what’s stopping you yo

i saw you and young cappo, at the corner sto’

on you n-gg-s corner, while i was talking to 50/50

if you wanted me so bad, why the f-ck you ain’t get me

y’all look dead in my face, saw me in broad day

when i got behind you n-gg-s car, you went the other way

talking bout you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke

last time i saw big pic, that b-tch spoke

and north lying, trying to blame everything on chop

b-tch i know you bootlegging, let the lies stop

you don’t sell enough c.d.’s, to buy you a car

help lil’ yo bootleg, so he can get a northstar

you hollin’ bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out

while you standing straight up, i’ll stick my d-ck in your mouth

midget -ss n-gg-, comb your nappy -ss hair

you shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear

don’t make me tie your dirty -ss up, and give you a bath

you looking like a lil dope fiend, out on the ave

talking bout i’m trying to plea barging, with your o.g

bullsh-t b-tch, your o.g. is me

call me o.g. slim thug, b-tch -ss n-gg-

i might be young, but b-tch i’m a rich -ss n-gg-

and i’ma keep d-gg-ng your hoe -ss, till you apologize

and squash all this sh-t, like the rest of you guys, hoe

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