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sob x rbe – slide lyrics

[pre-chorus: yhung t.o.]
every n-gga that i ride wit’
be the same n-ggas that i’d die wit’
same n-ggas that you ridin’ wit’
them gon’ be the same n-ggas that you die wit’

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
all my n-ggas i’ma ride for
dump a hundred out that clip, i’ma slide for
when you got money you can count it wit’ your eyes closed
that’s why i gotta keep it everywhere that i go

[verse 1: slimmy b]
you ain’t ready for this hot sh-t, big glocks and chopsticks
ain’t rockin’ wit’ no stock clip, slide and i drop sh-t
keep one in the head n-gga, i ain’t gotta c-ck sh-t
no sympathy for suckers, leave a n-gga’s son pop-less
bad lil’ b-tch give me head ‘til she’s topless
cuffin’ all these thots, boy you n-ggas on some cop sh-t
skinnys and some vans, yeah b-tch i’m on my rock sh-t
diamonds dancin’ like the pockets on the back of these robin’s
wanna funk? it cost cheese and y’all broke so don’t try it
at yard wit’ a scope, got me lookin’ like a pirate
i’m sick wit’ the chop, bullets spreadin’ like a virus
and my n-ggas know the rules, if you ain’t strapped, you ain’t ridin’

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
a-all my n-ggas i’ma ride for
dump a hundred out that clip, i’ma slide for
when you got money, you can count it wit’ your eyes closed
that’s why i gotta keep it everywhere that i go

[verse 2: slimmy b]
catch me slidin’ in that coupe thang, red bottoms loose lace
slimmy f-ckin’ b, i’m the n-gga that your dude hate
funk time, i’m masked up
all black like bruce wayne
these hoes say i’m different, got me feelin’ like 2 chainz
p-ssy -ss n-gga thought he had nine lives
‘til this chopper hit his -ss, made him flip nine times
could f-ck your b-tch off my name, why the f-ck would i try?
and i’m a 90’s baby, yeah b-tch nine dimes
n-ggas know sob rbe that’s the gang b-tch
thinkin’ sh-t a game, we the wrong n-ggas to play wit’
f-ckin’ wit’ them suckas, them the wrong n-ggas to hang wit’
you f-ck wit’ ‘em, you duck wit’ ‘em
get popped, bet not blame sh-t
money talk, i hear everything like i’m dumbo
these big bullets, .223’s make a n-gga tumble
all these lames pillow talkin’, quick to speak when they cuddle
n-ggas know i keep a stick, this b-tch hold a royal rumble
i ain’t even gotta ask, all my n-ggas they gon’ slide wit’ me
swear to god it feel like all these n-ggas got they eyes on me
i’ll be a lame if i let a sucka slide on me
me and d b-ttah yeezy steppin’ in these 950’s
a-all this ice in the buffs got my face numbin’
thick b-tch can’t take d-ck, her -ss stay runnin’
slide through, be on the block, every day thuggin’
big glock on me, dare you n-ggas try to take somethin’
b-tch!

[pre-chorus: yhung t.o.]
every n-gga that i ride wit’
be the same n-ggas that i’d die wit’
same n-ggas that you ridin’ wit’
them gon’ be the same n-ggas that you die wit’

- sob x rbe lyrics

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