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slump6s – lately lyrics

[intro]
(i miss you, bryce)
(y2, is that you?)

[pre+chorus]
i got soilders, yeah, they wait in the lobby
bring that closer, hoe got ass, put it on me
tesla rovers, switch that out for the ‘rari

[chorus]
i ain’t tryna talk, unless it’s ’bout racks, lil’ baby
i got rich, on god, yeah, all four pockets fat, lil baby
heard they want some smoke, ‘kay bet, then we can match it, yeah, yeah
rock balenci’ with rick owen, this bih’ matchin’ lately
i’m in la with gang [?], let’s get tatted, yeah, yeah
i hit neiman’s, spend that bag, then make it back flip, baby
i’m in balenci’ don’t rock you, no, rock fashion, baby
i almost crashed the whip, tryna change my mind, lil’ baby
please stop that actin’, my n+ggas ready to crash, lil’ n+gga
i’m all ’bout backеnd, man, my b+tch hold my stash, lil’ n+gga
get the f+ck out the trap, lil’ n+gga
gеt up off my tracks, lil’ n+gga
feel like sosa, countin’ for [?]

[verse]
spin his block, then spin like tornado
yo b+tch, she on my [?]
she gon’ suck me up when i say so
lil’ bro not shootin’ for game
tryna get my n+ggas free game
[?], tryna bring the gang home
ain’t ’bout money, can’t entertain it
no chrisean rock, these bluefaces
twin really on the block with that thing
i was outside shoppin’, spent 10 (yeah)
i don’t f+ck with rap n+ggas, they lame
i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas at all
i don’t care if they see me, i ball
[?], my dog
mama see me on tv, oh yeah
do you love me like kiki? oh yeah
ho pull up, and eat me right now (skrrt, skrrt)
[?] season, oh yeah
girl, you know my heart bleedin’, oh yeah
on yo’ block, and we creepin’, on god
he got smoked in the deep end, on god
(on yo’ block, and we creepin’, on god)
(he got smoked in the deep end, on god)
[pre+chorus]
bring that closer, hoe got ass, put it on me
tesla rovers, switch that out for the ‘rari

[chorus]
i ain’t tryna talk, unless it’s ’bout racks, lil’ baby
i got rich, on god, yeah, all four pockets fat, lil baby
heard they want some smoke, ‘kay bet, then we can match it, yeah, yeah
rock balenci’ with rick owen, this bih’ matchin’ lately
i’m in la with gang [?], let’s get tatted, yeah, yeah
i hit neiman’s, spend that bag, then make it back flip, baby
i’m in balenci’ don’t rock you, no, rock fashion, baby
throw that pack, and then twin catch it, no john madden, baby
please stop that actin’, my n+ggas ready to crash, lil’ n+gga
ain’t nothin’ that my gang doin’ really average, baby
get the f+ck out the trap, lil’ n+gga
get up off my tracks, lil’ n+gga
feel like sosa, countin’ for [?]

- slump6s lyrics

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