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yowda & slim 400 - my bitch lyrics

[intro: yowda]
yeah, slim, kee
j kee, you feel me?
yowda

[verse 1: yowda]
see i done came from the struggle
where i’m from, n-gg-s gotta hustle (that’s right)
i’m talkin’ ’bout money and the muscle (uh-huh)
got the cook game from my uncle (skrrt skrrt)
when i first got my bundle (bundle)
boy, i didn’t leave that curb (f-ck yes)
besides this sack and my pistol (what else?)
all i got is my b-lls and my word (yeah)
now you know the first rule’s in the streets (what’s that?)
is never speak to the police (f-ck ’em)
and don’t worry ’bout that l (uh-uh)
saddle up and go handle your beef
rather give a n-gg- my b-tch
before i hand off my strap (hold up)
’cause i like to do dirt by my lonely (that’s right)
and this four-five got my back (bah-baow)
i done seen n-gg-s lie to get a pack (what?)
i done seen n-gg-s die over stacks (uh-uh)
seen n-gg-s act like they was solid (okay)
’til the paperwork proved they was rats
so, n-gg-, you hangin’ with the snitches (snitches)
might as well be a snitch yourself (snitches)
that n-gg- deserve to die (die)
so k!ll him, then yourself

[chorus: peryon j kee]
hmm, my b-tch
she know what she done for me
she shine like diamond breeze
she’s all i ever need
cocaine and codeine make you lose it
my b-tch
she know how to hold me down
state to state, purple grape and brown
white cocaine in the turning lane, it remains the same
my b-tch

[verse 2: slim 400]
in the bity with a dream and some crack
with a mission, stunt and come back
80 years with the l at the back
i miss my n-gg-s, love my n-gg-s
sh-t different in the streets where i hang now
whole city go against so i sing now
old b-tch down, talk a n-gg- lifestyle
my family don’t approve how i’m livin’ wild
they say slim trippin’ out
don’t got no money, he don’t have a house
don’t drive nan’ foreign what he rap about
i just sit back talkin’ what they laugh about
why these real n-gg-s speakin’ on a real n-gg-?
my girl is the crack so i’m whippin’ n-gg-s
every day get the chicken so i sent the check
get the money, get the money, gotta get paid
make h-lla moves in and out the score
four p’s and an ounce of that blow
get the dough, get the dough, get the dough
peryon got the price on that pour
hit yowda if you f-ck with your nose
og’s like, “slim, how’d it go?”
turn your lane with the music on low
stay focused, watching hoes on the go

[verse 3: peryon j kee]
came through, big -ss benz, chrome-atized
f-ckin’ with the hoes, so throwed, i’m on recline
she know how it go, no fold, we on our grind
beacoup ho controls, steal souls, and compromise
ho, look, i’m lookin’ clean, sippin’ styrofoam cool
i’m ridin’ down 95 next to the ocean
big leather seats, smokin’ pine, picture me rollin’
pimp with my mind out my spine, she glad she chosen
with the b-tch, just four and a half, took a bath, turned nine
multiplied like a gremlin
two months later, the b-tch 36 with children
this my b-tch, can’t n-body tell me different
n-gg-, my b-tch is, hold up

- yowda slim 400 lyrics

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