Correction Paroles Slime Flow par Pasto Flocco

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Pew, pew
Yeah
Brr, brr
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
Yeah, yeah

And I might just skrrt off like Tokyo Drift
He was talkin' that?hot,?now that boy?on my list
And your b*t*h givin'?neck, now she talk with a lisp
Too much weight on the diamonds, you can't even lift
And they say that I'm awkward, they say that I'm stiff
And this rappin' a joke, I got rich off of this
Every song, I just did it again like Jay Critch
I just walk in the V.I.P, I just hop in the VIP
I might just skrrt off like Tokyo Drift
Got your b*t*h on my d**k and she stay doin' tricks
I'm just countin' these hundreds, they say I'm the man
Hit up Rico, he play with them sticks like a band

This street sh*t, watch where you steppin'
Chop a n***a like a n***a in TEKKEN
Kill a n***a, shoot his mom and his bredren
Hand me the dope, I'ma whip it in seconds
Just seen an opp, I sent him to Heaven
F**k on your b*t*h, she know what I rep
She gave me the Slurpie like 7/11
If I step out the crib, I'ma walk with a weapon
If it's street sh*t, I bleed that
Deep in the field like a quarterback
like a running back
Got that black chopper like Jumpin' Jack's
F**k-n***a don't want no problems
If you want beef, we can solve it
Automatic or revolver
"Rico was not with the talkin' sh*t"
Strapped to the money if needs be
I know my family needs me
All of my young n***as need me
F**k the game up, do it greasy
Watchin' my life like a movie
Flex on n***as like I'm Tookie
You say that you got a toolie
You gangster, n***a? Come and shoot me, grr, bow
Hop in the Bentley, the foreign whip
I cannot waste no time, I'm on my foreign sh*t
She want the Royce, yeah, she want exotic sh*t
Blowin' her back, blow it all on designer sh*t
Yeah, pull up to the scene, n***as don't want no static
Glock with a beam, that sh*t automatic
She f**k with the team, she throw it, she clap it
You know what I mean, so why are you asking?
N***as wanna f**k with the gang, where was you back then?
You was sittin' with them opp n***as, y'all would just pop sh*t
Who that? Oh, sh*t, opp n***a, we dropped him
Pop him, take his chain, we gon' rob him
On green, n***a, on my slime sh*t
You n***as never be on timin'
Went to Tecca's crib and I started rhymin'
Just copped the new AP, flooded with diamonds

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