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Sanatçı: JesterDaFool

albüm: Catch You Slippin'


Catch you slipping on the back street
Why you lacking
No this ain't no game keep the burner We be packing
All this fake love love why the fuck they be capping
All this fake love
All this fake love
Do me dirty once I don't say none
Now she tryna fuck want me in her guts
Imma beat up I'm a real one
Imma be the odds trust no one
They say I changed and they don't like my ways
If you don't like it get the fuck up out my way
I'm getting paid till I hop up in a rafe
Cash a check and there ain't nothing you can say
Fuck you pay me
Don't try to blame me
You can hate me it don't faze me
Give a fuck about your feelings cause I'm crazy
I just chase a bag cause it saved me
Hit a lick for bands but don't blame me
Your bitch like to gag she say it tasty
She amazed me
Toat the glock but I don't keep it on safety
1 on top just in case they try to chase me
They try to chase me
Catch you slipping on the back street
Why you lacking
No this ain't no game keep the burner We be packing
All this fake love love why the fuck they be capping
All this fake love
All this fake love
Do me dirty once I don't say none
Now she tryna fuck want me in her guts
Imma beat up I'm a real one
Imma be the odds trust no one
Hit a lick for bands but don't blame me
Your bitch like to gag she say it tasty
She amazed me
Toat the glock but I don't keep it on safety
1 on top just in case they try to chase me
One on top just Incase they try to chase me
Try to fuck with me it don't faze me
Pull up with 9er and crazy
We slid on you suckas all you did was duck
Said you keep that fire on you must be just for looks
Thought you was a shooter all you did was look
Pull up in the back street in the cut
On the block the there ain't nothing but love
Shawty want the whole gang that's wassup
She in love with the type of a thug
Flipped 3 packs and I spent it on dubs
Gotta keep my gun nah this ain't for fun
Homies selling drugs ion know none
Homies selling drugs ion know none
Gotta keep my gun this ain't for fun
Homies selling drugs ion know none
Catch you slipping on the back street
Why you lacking
No this ain't no game keep the burner We be packing
All this fake love love why the fuck they be capping
All this fake love
All this fake love
Do me dirty once I don't say none
Now she tryna fuck want me in her guts
Imma beat up I'm a real one
Imma be the odds trust no one

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