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Slim thug when I hit ya with gods Fletcher
My ghost to go and get ya in with a superstar figuas
The way you walk with you buckle
when destroy down the block
I make things, I'll smoke rock
Just to get in your car
Because I freak bitch
They fed cause' they can't compete
Sex with you
Ain't that sweetest, like a mission incomplete
The lead a way the momma drama
Cause' you know I stay clean
I Bust nutz and backs Bentleys
Maybe none in my dream
Knew you was all about my green before you got on my team
Push me closer to my dream
and keep my mind on the cream
A real lady in the street but freak in the sheets
From your head to your feet
Just shape so me
We gets
No relation cause you full of attraction
Pop in a lady FUCK-ACTION!
For the full satisfaction
I go long
I go strong
I make scream i'm the king
For damn secrets is hunt punch
And a little damn sin
I put codeine on my queen
And get ready to lean
pick the ball
Body to body
to you can't be sin
Hit you from the back
Is more addict in crack
See I pack that fat cat
Till the nut goes flat
We straight like that
With slim thug mad
Spend some time blow your mind
Then I back in the lap
My cash stack I slacks
So I got to get paid
If can help
come up
You can't avoid to get lay
That's my raise and paid
Keep me from get weeping
You might be creeping while I'm sleeping
When I don't be peeping
And my women give it up
She can get up and go
Cause I can let know hoe
Make the Slim Thug pole
Being with you ain't fo sho
When my cash go last
See you gotta understand
When I special dames
Can get caught up on the grants
While for our love
Being hoes in the club
And the master slim thug baby
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That ain't my fault baby
It's my family tree
This ain't no motherfucking flip board
If you got no step you got FUCKED!