Slugg (Explicit)

Composed by：Shyjah Joseph/Gilberto Arellano

Used to being on the road road

Now we rolling hella' d**e yeah

My girl and life she strike a pose yeah

Errytime you see 'er bro yeah

Front pay centerfold yeah

Not the token n***as though though

We them n***as n***as know yeah

Keep it pimpin' figure roll roll

Iced out n***a rope rope

Heavy way to Cuban oh oh

Sit this good you just need a clone

Run this house my Adidas on

Smoked out young he along

Boy you broke you could use a loan

Sitting pretty got them titties crown

Margaret's room we been gettin' it on

Shell toes kicked out kicked out

MAC glock smear it out smear it out

F**k skrt off skrt

Yikes yeeks pints peace

Spade who got them sweet-sixteens yeah yeah

Double-dutch and hoes used to jumpin'

Troubled world and my music bustin'

F**k the word yeah we used to thuggin'

Got a chain gotta make it something

Why you frontin' need for-real budget

Gold for gold might as well f**k it

Slubbin' always tryna' sell somethin'

Actin' if these nigga' mail somethin'

Yeah that fame s**t got a cough got a cough

My new thing count a boss count a boss

You know we gettin' it ain't gotta floss

Roamin' through the city I was lost yeah

Where was you man you never call

On the phone know when labels call yeah

Bless the streets I got a sacred heart

Yeah

You know what they gon' say gon' say

Whatever they feel like cos' you gon' do the same

Same same

Whenever you feel like you gotta know who they gon' blame

Had to learn how to move how to move

Couple vultures in the room yeah

Had to learn how to use yeah my tools yeah

God's great I'm great yeah

Celebrate everyday pray

Thank God for today ay

Earn another 8-ball the 'nother half talkin' 'bout the bay

I just need a Benz I need bay askin'

For a dare yeah I got a word

You ain't have to work but you gotta work

Gotta show your daddy's work woo

Reminiscing we was on the perc

Fresh trippin' he was on them percs

Goose trippin' me above the worst

I miss my n***a shoulda' called him first

F**k f**k n***a

I need got rap no more

That s**t with they five bro

This might bring the hood back in itself

My s**t only

Slugg maggin'

808 the motherf**kin' Mafia n***a

I'm a recovering undercover over-lover

Recovering from a love I can't get over