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Slim Thug Fuck You

It's them boys with the candy sprayed on them cars [Verse 1 - Slim Thug] Bitch you might not know me, but in my hood I'm famous I fuck the baddest bitches

2 - Slim Thug] Huh, huh, huh I'm ridin slow, eyes slow, from what I smoke and po' If you ain't smokin 'dro, then what the fuck you smokin fo'? With

dirt weed rolled '96 Impala with the stick on the floor Now its Bentely four do's with Patron on the low Light wood nigga, Polo fuck Hilfiger Jammin' Slim Thug

' dey time and ain't here You commit the same crime, come home the same year You got rich n g shits still a part of you 'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You

boy mutha fucka You might have them 11 year old groupies Believing your shit But you ain't fooling nobody bitch You a mutha fuckin bitch You ain't never

, ain't no acting in this You a playa? Well nigga who you working for? 'Cuz who coachin that team that you be otin for? When I ride by, I know' you looking

necklace Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss Fuck studs I'm

the bitch is saved now She's living in a snitch grave now Shootouts is similar to Wild West Broad daylight, face to face without a vest You know the episodes, thugs

I don't fuck around no more And only saw me like that you little clown ass hoe If my flow was a gun, bitch you would run When you hear my come, from the