Slide (feat. YG) - H.E.R.

Mustard on the beat hoe I'm that nigga with the plugs I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm that nigga on the back street With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga My Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock You that nigga on the low-low You the nigga You're the one that be talkin' to the popos Porsche sittin' on Forgis Niggas can't afford these The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11 I call my homies, not 911 I'm that nigga with the juice But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? I got a shorty name Texas Syn She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal We turnt up in the studio, late night That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you If you a player in the game, this should hold you And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make Did the motto, took a flight to the golden state I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out And my name too big and my gang too big Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big I'ma crush that ass even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Fat heat, run like athletes I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Nigga we street and we hood Ain't nobody ever gave us shit When you see us shinin' It's because we steady grindin' We stay paper chasin' Separatin' the real from the fake The fake from the real We livin' to die and dyin' to live Nigga, that's why we got so many women I'm tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks Bust them guts, make her cum Bitch, you know the game Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change Bitch, who do you love? Alright, hold up I done lost too many hommies in these past couple of years This shit brazy Rest in peace, my nigga CJ Mack Rest in peace, my nigga Cedar Block Frog though Rest in peace, my nigga Tiny M And last but not least, rest in peace, my nigga Big Aaron

One, two, three, four, five trey five Ses Fac players make the party more live Thang my thang I keep my mind on the G's, Blanco Without a doubt I get that work in the drought You know it's blood in, blood out This ain't no joke, if you run up, you get smoked Or catch a blade and get poked The streets got no hope, if you scared, pray to the Pope Family fed by the dope If you ain't lived it, you won't understand me Banana boat with them packs in Miami I get 'em and go, cartel ties on the low DEA knocked on my door then deported my pop I wonder who gave 'em the drop When I find out, he get popped My 'yotes gon' slide, when they do, you won't survive Like Popeyes, we leavin' 'em fried Don't play with my bread, if you ain't heard what I said Then we go off with his head, oh yeah, yeah Snuck through the back with the yeah, yeah You know we got packs of the yeah, yeah Big tits, but was better as a yeah, yeah You more like no, I'm like, yeah, yeah My 'yote got locked for the yeah, yeah Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah, yeah New foreign, I'mma pull up in that, yeah, yeah Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah Blueface, baby (Yeah, yeah) Gotta keep a chopstick in my chop (Yeah, yeah) I just copped a house bigger than the cops in the suburbs I'm the only nigga on my block (Yeah, yeah) Never leave the house without that yeah, yeah Forty knockin' off Gucci headbands It's not regular, baby, these is baguette-'guettes Million dollar views and some Moët get her more wet, uh Catch me at the top gettin' top She know I ain't shit, but she still gon' bop (Yeah, yeah) Pull up, drippin' in the drop Reach for my chain and you niggas gettin' popped (Yeah, yeah) Snuck through the back with the yeah, yeah You know we got packs of the yeah, yeah Big tits, but was better as a yeah, yeah You more like no, I'm like, yeah, yeah My 'yote got locked for the yeah, yeah Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah, yeah New foreign, I'mma pull up in that, yeah, yeah Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah I'm strapped in this bitch, peep how I walk like I'm Mitch I already drank me a fifth I hop in the whip, my 'yote extended the clip I promise my shooters don't miss Don't talk to the feds, got blood on my Nike Cortez From kickin' and stompin' on heads The lady look guap', I ain't waste my time on no thot Can't blame her for shootin' her shot, Like yeah, yeah Shawty in the bathroom doin' yeah, yeah You want the drama, then the homie got the yeah, yeah In the back you know I got a lot of yeah, yeah I know you claim you got the same, homie, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) You like mr. me too, part two Whatever I say I have, you say you got, too Like, homie yeah, yeah, so get the fuck from 'round me My 'yotes in this bitch, please don't get them rowdy, yeah Snuck through the back with the yeah, yeah You know we got packs of the yeah, yeah Big tits, but was better as a yeah, yeah You more like no, I'm like, yeah, yeah My 'yote got locked for the yeah, yeah Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah, yeah New foreign, I'mma pull up in that, yeah, yeah Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah

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متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع