Waka Flocka Flame lyrics : "Slippin"
Donâ??t let me catch you slippinâ??!
Donâ??t let me catch you slippinâ??!
Donâ??t let me catch you slippinâ??!
Caught a ^!$$% slippinâ?? outside of the parking lot
Young ^!$$% partner change rang in his pockets
No mask so you know who got it
But you scared to get it back â??cause you know they â??bout it
Donâ??t let me catch you slippinâ??!
Donâ??t let me catch you slippinâ??!
Donâ??t let me catch you slippinâ??!
Donâ??t let me catch you slippinâ??!
â??Cause you move to Hollywood you ainâ??t good out there
Send the pie rules get your %#@! took out there
Bring a ^!$$% %#@! straight back to Atlanta
I know Clay County ^!$$%s got kush out there
Heard he in the A-town callinâ?? J prince junior
You ainâ??t from the streets you just rap a lot ^!$$%
Booked for a show in the middle of the hood
You ainâ??t good out there this is Chi Town ^!$$%
Asshole by nature, $#&@ it Iâ??m Trey
Run that train ^!$$% like itâ??s a relay
You really #~!!@ thatâ??s what the streets say
$#&@ who you know ^!$$%, you gotta pay
Out in PA, $#&@inâ?? with cook
Heard your favorite rapper got his AP took
Iâ??m seeinâ?? green dots, puttinâ?? money on books
If he broke he hatinâ?? young ^!$$% get money
$#&@inâ?? with the white girl, Playboy bunny
Got them ^!$$%s lookinâ?? funny have them runnnâ?? in your %#@!
Caught â??em slippinâ?? pumpinâ?? gas, ^!$$% you a sweet leak
Got robbed by the bloods now you runninâ?? with the crips â?? Nah
You ^!$$%s ainâ??t boo
Imma call troop, he gonâ?? call big you
Now the guns all on you ^!$$% deja vu
You a question mark gangster â?? DJ Clue
For that Cuban link chain and that big Rolex
You in the wrong scenario â?? Tribe Called Quest
On the jet boy mission all our clips got extensions
Tryinâ?? to hold onto your chain, you gonâ?? end up missinâ??
I got shooters in the D, I ainâ??t talkinâ?? bout the Pistons
Grand theft auto, send them homies on a mission
Pay yoâ?? $$# a visit bragginâ?? bout your low ticket
Shoulda kept your mouth closed, now we know your business
Lyinâ?? on your crib like an infant, kill you in an instant
I want the %#@! for the chicken, I just hit a sweet lick, Charlie Sheen we winninâ??
Ten toes down with the yoppa, Iâ??m a beast
No V-103 like Greg Iâ??m street
Donâ??t give up the money, then itâ??s RIP
Sendinâ?? head shots like the DMV
Half asleep split your wig like the red sea
Got stripes in the street like a referee
Have a ^!$$% runninâ?? like a refugee
Show you how to rob, got the recipe
Do your homework, find out where he be at
Where he hide the money put the D at
Run up in yoâ?? %#@! we gonâ?? seize that
Then break it down on the g pad
Better be, boo you donâ??t need that
Waka Flocka Flame catch me hanginâ?? where the Gâ??s at
Rob a dope boy, I ainâ??t worryinâ?? â??bout prison
Canâ??t call the police â??bout them bricks in the kitchen
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