Slugs lyrics

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Spice 1


Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs

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Them n*gga dat slip, them n*gga dat fall die
Them n*gga dem catch dem slugs f*ckin around with the S-P-I-I-I

Them n*ggas who slip, them n*ggas who fall die
Them n*ggas they catch 'em slugs, f*ckin around with the S-P-I
Hit the corner on a 3 wheel with a 4-5 by my side
Its a shame up in 90, n*ggas still need they straps to ride
Killin for murder up and down the block, with them color coded 100 spokes
And if they try ta jack me, I'm gone kill a hundred folks
n*gga need ta quit that sh*t, all that jackin all the time
Can't have sh*t in a n*gga hood, turn your bump up and you die
It costs to be the boss thats why I floss my nina ross
Its one hollow tips as a gift act my name was Santa Claus
Merry Christmas motherf*cker, you don't wanna take these D's
Major 5 power and a hoopty fulla G's
We swingin to the left, and we swingin it to the back
In the baby blue 6-4 off that motherf*ckin yack
All them cuffstas on your feamers for these n*ggas to taste
Motherf*ckers prayin on yo dollars like some Lionstars State
Better get yo sh*t straight n*gga regulate, these n*ggas a have yo ass
Chopped up in a trunk somewhere with all yo cash
See, this is for you ballers who be slippin
Who be slippin, put yo motherf*ckin clip in
This is for you ballers who be slippin
Who be slippin, put yo motherf*ckin clip in
Slippin into darkness, slippin, slippin, sl-sl-slip

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Motherf*ckers think they reputation's gonna keep them from gettin lit
The f*ck up on a hum bug, slug dug off in yo ass
Cause you didn't wanna blast, now yo mark ass
Is in the past, bullets mixed in yo face with glass
See n*gga don't trip to a killa get up in his face
Ready and willin to catch a motherf*ckin murder case
They like the taste of that red rum, leavin yo body numb
See they ain't givin a f*ck about where you from
Don't know them n*ggas from some dark sh*t on grass
Don't know if they wanna smoke some blunts or put some slugs in my ass
So I expect the unexpected n*ggas can't be underestimated
Nickel plated 4-5, bringin it to you motherf*ckers dead
Cause can't no head duck, and can't no n*gga die
Pickin in this 4-5 can make these hollow tips live
Go get yo sh*t n*gga why you be trippin
This is for my baller partners who be slippin

This is for you ballers who be slippin
Who be slippin, put yo motherf*ckin clip in
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20 gauge pump to ya chest put yo motherf*ckin back up against the wall
n*ggas let bodies fall, standin up to the 6 foot chucky doll
Never let no n*gga put no Barret up in my face
If he pull it he gotsta blast or be a motherf*ckin casket case
Internal bleedin coughin up blood clot, middle street
Leavin em leakin, leavin dead from they head down to they f*ckin feet
Put a clip up in yo sh*t, n*ggas wanna take yo loot
Put an AK47 up in the window of your Lexus Coupe
Murderin and kids are robbers, cop killa in my hood
They drunk, you slippin so they figurin that the flavors good
But it ain't easy when it comes to a killa like S-P-I
Born to die, sendin n*ggas up up to the sky
Big wheeler, Covasia sippin
This is for my baller patnas who be slippin

This is for you ballers who be slippin
Who be slippin, put yo motherf*ckin clip in
This is for you ballers who be slippin
Who be slippin, put yo motherf*ckin clip in

(CHORUS)

BLOAW!!!
This for you ballers who be sl-sl-slippin'!!
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