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BLACK ZHEEP DZ lyrics : "Mr. Slick"

(Intro)
I came in, so I'mma go out. Ya feel me?


(Verse)
Born a slick ^!$$%, I'mma die one
First time I seen a trigger is the time I shot one

And that's how the song goes, the beep beep the bong goes
With that base that was in my brudha Bronco Bronco
Been livin' to die great, that's all I eva wanted

Livin' to die great, even that said a hunnit
And on some %#@! I couldn't measure, well that's only for eva
But I'mma keep my mind shock till I $#&@in' hit a sever

And I got many girls who $#&@ with me, and ^!$$%s who don't
But who don't, you'd be a fool to think they all love ya
Meanwhile I'm too busy for a ghetty gettin' busy

Cause even when that (*##$ hot, her heart is ice fridgy

(Hook x2)

Born a slick ^!$$%, I'mma die one
First time I seen a trigger is the time I shot one
It's hell on earth, but we still livin' under God, son

Don't know a blessin' till you really got one

(Bridge)

And we be creeping on the way, don't make a sound
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound
Dreamin', comin' up, they try to shoot 'em down

Then we was pullin' up, just to shoot 'em down

(Verse)

Now I took a breather, now they want a feature
Now ^!$$%s buy that Houston, pour liters, we're payn, believe us
I'm still that same yungin' that was tryna pull a keisha

For now I'm makin' heaters just so you can feel my fever
You're my flu. Can't no otha ^!$$% walk it, feel my shoe
The ladies give me rhythm, let the ladies give me blues

Like the lean in my step cause the Wayne and his crew
And the alley where they hunger feel lies and drunk brew
I got to high-school, $#&@ a paper bein' due

What they do is Friday, ^!$$% what you tryna do
Me and my homie Juice, we got trups and the juice
And if ya hope we hittin' sumth, betta hope that idn't you

Or you

(Hook x2)

Born a slick ^!$$%, I'mma die one
First time I seen a trigger is the time I shot one
It's hell on earth, but we still livin' under God, son

Don't know a blessin' till you really got one

(Bridge)

And we be creeping on the way, don't make a sound
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound
Dreamin', comin' up, they try to shoot 'em down

Then we was pullin' up, just to shoot 'em down

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