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tytheguy - slidin' lyrics

[intro: tytheguy]
no cap
ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
talk to ’em sauce

[verse 1: big sauce]
i ain’t playin’ with n+ggas man
wrist colder than a ceiling fan
took the top off of the new benz (skrt)
i’m with a blonde b+tch, she got two friends (she got two friends)
i got a lot of money, n+gga, to spend
don’t hit my phone for that got m’s
money jumpin’ like i’m jordan at the gym
i cross a n+gga like i’m iverson
see me with a b+tch, then i’m slidin’ in
jeep 36, big body benz
interior white, like mayonnaise (what)
she givin’ head, give her good grade (good grade)
drippin’ water, need two sinks (flood)
porsche coupe, two seats
give a f+ck about what you think
i just cashed out, and it was balmain

[verse 2: tytheguy]
d+mn, i bought the same thing
call my jeweler, i need a plain jane
in my life, i seen crazy things (ooh)
suckin’ d+ck for some chicken wings (no cap)
h+llcat, what i’m slidin’ in (skrt)
my b+tch, need no friends (mm mm)
i was shoppin’ at citi trends (yeah)
now i’m countin’ up all these benjamins (no cap)
gucci shoe, what i’m steppin’ in (ooh)
call up sauce, he got the weapon, man
how much you pay for your sweater man? (how much)
’bout three racks for this sweater, man
i’m living good, from the ghetto, man
me and zay on the block like lego, man (ooh)
play with the dough like play+do, man (yeah)
my versace pants, like sandman (yeah, yeah)

- tytheguy lyrics

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