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Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Yung Redd, A3, Showtyme - Slabs on the Rise

S.L.A.B. f Yung Redd, A3, Showtyme - Slabs on the Rise слова песни

(*talking*)Yeah, these niggaz better brush their game up TraeKnow I`m saying, this Yung Redd, 7-1-3Hustlers Stackin`, and I`m S.L.A.B. riding know I`m sayingFront back side to side, it`s Yung Reezie y`allI got my money right, know I`m sayingWhere you at Trae (right here), Guerilla Maab (fa sho)Yeah-yeah, (you know it go down mayn, that 2K3It`s bout time we put it in they faceS.L.A.B. SLow, Loud And Bangin`, on this underground shitYou feel what I`m saying, we been doing this shit for yearsOver and over, you can`t fuck with us, Redd holla at me)[Yung Redd]Nevermind the fact, I was born to rapI`m this and that, I`m riding in a CadillacWith a gat in my lap, and a extra strapTo leave these haters, flat on they back whoaTell the bitch, come ride with a starCause I got rims poking, out the side of my carI could never get enough, of they bras and cardThat ain`t all, I love to ballIt`s over mayn, some of these niggaz out hereDone fell out, on they gameWhen I call your name, and snatch your chainNigga please, money ain`t a thangSo I ride on the block, in a black ImpalaPop my collar, can`t stop and hollaBetter take notes see I`m a scholarI`m a leader, these hoes followSee I don`t, swang and bangPlayboy, that ain`t my thangYou need to quit, making songs about usAnd get your change, we cook it we cut itWe hustle and think nothing of it, the way I hit the blockWith them rocks, boy you gotta love itIt`s Yung Redd y`all, still I`m a Hustler Stackin`We got em mad, with no record I went platinumMost of these niggaz rapping, ain`t seeing no actionI`m one deep in the streets, with my heat let`s get it cracking[Lil` B]Watch a nigga swang wide, when I`m riding soloPick up your hoe, when I`m in my fo` do`Diamonds glisten, on the wood mo-moThese underground weak rappers, style is hobo4-4 dumping off in your Polo, logo making you haters go-goSolo, under the ground like do-doS.L.A.B. hitting hard like Sammy Soso, let the top down in a dropLil B the type, to make a nigga breathing stopCall the cops, kick up rocksCause you niggaz know, we got this underground on lockWith a pen and pad, and a grind zoneSteady shining, like rhinestonesKeep number one haters, minds blownSlow, Loud And Bangin` to the day I`m goneSteady checking and recking, and going off in the boothSlow, Loud And Bangin` is the groupBeat the tracks right up, like hot chicken soupY`all niggaz don`t wanna go to war, with a troopFor loot we cock glocks, beat up blocksAnd then set up shop, we still living the life of hard knocksGrind 24/7, all around the clock[Trae]When I pull up on the block, I glock the 4-0Never ever been a hoe, lace up and let`s goWhether friend or a foe, I weave and the throwHella-blows to the nose, so niggaz be getting holdMe and Redd on a mission, and spitting it for positionTill a nigga come up missing, and praying somebody listenLike a pitcher that was pitching, I`m throwing a strike outLights out, bitch nigga you fin to be sliding outRiding out two deep, with my baby mamaI got a pump in the trunk, ready for the dramaThese fake ass niggaz, biting like piranhasEverything that I do, so they peep my line upLike diamond faces, and grill barsOff in the game, like superstarsWhatever you do, don`t touch my carI`ll have your click bunny hopping, like the entourageComing out the garage, like I`m a first round draft pickHoes on dick, cause I`m running with a South KliqueThrowing my fist, everytime I spitQuit T-R-A-E, now what`s your businessYou know me, I`m that niggaTalking down, and I`m the grave diggerSend a 17, through your liverNow tell me, who you think realer[Hook - 4x]I got my grind on, when I slab rideChrome spin, when I swang wideFuck you haters, we certifiedEverybody know, that S.L.A.B. is on the rise[Jay`Ton]It`s Jay`Ton dropping bombs, on a nigga that`s talking downYou better get back, `fore your body hit the groundI`m a Southside nigga, representing the H-TownIf you want that paper, better get on the grindCause we some real niggaz, thoed niggazWhen I weave to the left, I`ma fold at niggazThese haters in the game, trying to hold a niggaSo I reach way back, fin to roll a niggaWhen I`m up in the game, I be out of controlAnd late night on 4`s, I be fucking with hoesAnd when I pull out the cap, nigga be leaving them holesIn the chest and the neck, knocked out on the roadS-L-A-B, a G you can`t seeIn a Lac screened up, with T-I-N-TWith a trunk raised up, you know who we beOn BET, with AJ and Free[A3]Give me the mic, and I`ma smashNigga come through, roof up on glass quicker than flashMy niggaz, we mash for cashFucking with killas, we putting holes in your ass yeah it`s like thatWe stand up, for the graspClear out the lot, cock back the glock blastUnlock the shotgun, there go the cops fastHeat to the stash, greens flipping up out of my dashYeah bitch, you like my switchesI know you hoes, wanna get my richesRecognize trick, bow before a GAin`t nobody fucking, with S-L-A-BUpside, we about our changeBubble lights, four screens in the RangeYou don`t wanna see, the slab in the rainCandy looking like, a nigga just got slainedMy slab, got 22`sMy rims, do what they chooseIt ain`t hard, for a hoe to get bruisedDon`t fuck with me, I won`t fuck with youA3, off top I`m trillThis year, I`m fin to grab me a millAll these niggaz, worried bout a major dealIndependent, the game`s been sealed[Showtyme]It`s Showteezie baby, don`t be surprisedFrom behind the scenes, right before your eyesFrom a conversation, right between the thighsBopping off the way, my Sprewells glideDrop top, on a SUVIt`s a Third Ward nigga, recognize a GGot my tech in my lap, so you niggaz could seeDon`t think I`m off note, cause I`m smoking a treeGot my niggaz in the back, and the side of meBooted up suited up, ready to ride for meGot six 18`s, knocking highs and down22`s swanging wide, sitting low to the groundBreaking boys off, in and out of townI`ma dim my whole truck, around Kappa townI`ma come through, hit the C-Wall and clownThey gon say, (look at that old funky ass nigga Showtyme)Y`all go on hate me, if you wannaGot your baby mama, waiting round the cornerI`ma let her drive, cause she really wannaMake love to her face, then I`m a gonerFill her full of lies, tell her I`ma phone herGive her number to my partner, so he could bone herHe gon pass it to the click, and burn out on herLeave the pussy soaking wet, hotter than a sauna

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