Slippin' (Explicit) 歌詞
Slippin' (Explicit) - MJG
I'm sick of here come the niggas with blue steel
Maybe them niggas don't let you slide maybe they will
I'm sending back slugs to niggas that wanna creep
The killer tried taking me thinking I was asleep
MJ don't give a f**k what they say
You think you livin' large you livin' a slim day
Ain't no motherf**ker takin' the sh*t I worked fo'
See that's the reason niggas get killed and hurt though
Occupation is none that ni**a wanna get a gun
Run up and try to get me lay down and get done
Weak b**ch I ain't got no time for cheap tricks
I'm looking through ya sh*t I'm able to peep quick
Don't say that dribble the niggas that try to fade me
First f**king possible chance they wanna blaze me
Niggas who real and wanna continue living
Put a cap in they a** if they try to catch you slippin'
They want ya money
They caught ya slippin' baby
They're gonna take it away from you it's true
They saw ya coming
They got ya running and
Pulled out they're weapons what are you gonna do
Damn baby it's raining harder than a motherf**ker
Sh*t ooh it's wetter than a motherf**ker where's ya restroom
First door to the right
We still on for tonight baby
Yeah baby we still on
Oh damn baby this is a beautiful home you have baby
Thank you baby let me go get some music on
Come on out of the closet baby he's in the restroom
Give me that motherf**king piece you got on ni**a
Oh sh*t it ain't even gotta be like this brotha f**k that sh*t
Ni**a I want the motherf**king Rolex
Ni**a I want the motherf**king Nikes you got on ho
Ah sh*t ni**a f**k this b**ch you f**king with ho
Ni**a give me ni**a give me what ya got
I beat em' like they daddy never did
The same punk who took it too far when we was kids
The knife got stuck in his back slick move
You robbed another brother so what did the sh*t prove
You breaking down killers in bushes when they be hiding
They make a sound one hundred rounds I'm landing five
In they chest plates staying at home
It would've been a niggas best place
Shame to find they in a hurry for a death day
Stopping the heart of any attacker
Got his b**ch wanna ride with me don't have to ask her
Bringing action to the field whenever you niggas ready
When you hear the rubber burn I'm hanging up out the Chevy
With a straight aim ni**a I blew em' up out the frame
Street tops scattered with tricks with false game
You can't pull me off of my toes I'm still tippy
Now play with ya life than try to catch a ni**a slippin'
They want ya money
They caught ya slippin' baby
They're gonna take it away from you it's true
They saw ya coming
They got ya running and Pulled out they're weapons what are you gonna do
They want ya money
They caught ya slippin' baby
They're gonna take it away from you it's true
They saw ya coming
They got ya running and Pulled out they're weapons what are you gonna do