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Welcome 2 Da Slaughter
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Brr
Brr
Do it slow
Slow how I get
How I get you a man
I'm finna fire that boy up like a black
That's who got that on me
That drink
Play with you
Yeah
You get smacked
Play with that more
I'm gonna get stabbed
Run
15 Racks in my bag
If I thought this shit
All right, steak
Brand new problem
You know I worked at it
Plastic
Huh?
And my brother locked up for man
My brother walk around with machetes money in the air like confetti
3500 A day
Double
I spin on my daddy
Go
Go on
My wrist so heavy
Slow down, pull up and get to a bleep
I fought my fam and I taken on flick
Walk out of hat with that water
That drip down back into the stick
35 Racks on the head
Get flipped
What was some of my shoulder?
That chip
Yeah
Nick, that's right what I said
Wow
That bitch ain't going
She did it
But that money make a big do trick
Okay, Green nigga, make nigga hit lick stool all day
I'm smoking bad boy
Nigga, I run on ship
Rock outside with the diamond at the grip
Bad ass bit
Then I take on the trip
But you don't be want he get the trip
You know send a bit
Yeah go bit
Yeah me and you different dimension huh?
Told her suck that pig
Okay
And then too simple blocks
I think taking pistol down they drop a diamond in nickel
Okay
Got hot
I watch that be fizzy g bang gang
We all know about no fly different two
Tone tag pistol y'all walk that boy
Right shot that boy right in his back
Put his tag on it
Toe tick tack
Mom ain't playing that fat yo bitch in her small crack cross
I got it with the straight jacket
Make it down
Walk right in my pants my bitch start she chilling for daddy
Start coming in shit Keep me up for the man that boy get the spasm
Show great shit That hang with the savage bad bad big tell her to
The pad bad big tell her to the pad fuck you Hang with the dragon
Kid I fuck with the hand with the dragon black rose You hang with
The dragon Keep at it Catch me a body Gave him Molly She finna get
Jolly Drop the tricks Now I gotta fight for my wrist To hang out the
Bitch ain't need start Pillow town Take it and we go rip off the
Collar Cut the boy face up like I was a baller Caught him down, baby
I thought it was karma Having the crops with the shoe like a
Farmer Man He made me six feet tall Pop him in here Know what
You can do Zoom running at the jelly They think about it Come
Through and shoot the boy up Flying saucer You know I'm feeling
Rock out with problem I gave it like $3,000 You can kind of
Just say that I bought it Yeah kind of just come hard 300 Black
Got to stay like a star She making my breakfast She sucking my
Sausage Rick the drink just to sell out the bottle Covid mad
With the silly gobble Wreck the whip It's a wide body charger
Playing with the bait They think I hit the lottery I keep tripping
You know how I be Y'all be When we built different Street fuck
Squad with the school at the creek Fuck love that bitch She an
Evil Not the boy out the park like Gary Jeter Super Saiyan Glock
Man finger for cheetah You ain't my bitch How I'm a cheetah?
Hell no, no beef Man, I think you ain't beefing with me Psychotic
You better just watch how you speaking The player will be
Whoa You got a better chance talking to Jesus Black and white
Sleep like I'm total zero
Yeah
And he like the band
The beeper
Yeah He's so hot I beat him Yeah I think she was full
Like a reaper Yeah You know I hang with the preacher
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