Slim Thug
Slim Thug - Trap Or Die Freestyle songtekst
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Slim Thug: Mo money Mo probelms I'm back in court Baby mama tryna stick me wit dat child support(X3) White folks tryna a nigga, bitch make me sick That's wat I get fo thinkin wit my dick Man these hoes are scantless, niggas ars snakes They plottin in my pocket like I'm they big break I be a damn fool to think shit all good They lookin at a nigga like they take it out the hood Big Boss of the South, niggas jackin my slang I gotta deal now these niggas ain't actin the same The album ain't even drop, still considered a rookie And niggas already out here catchin that pussy Cause I'm makin what they make in a hour That's why I got the club takin campayne showers Switch cars every season, a hundered thousand or better I got addicted to the smell of new leather(back to the beginning) H-Town trensetta, niggas follow my lead They try to catch up, but an't follow my speed Boss Hogg Outlawz run da muthafuckin city mayne Call me da Down South P petey mayne Fuck what cha think, and fuck how you fell We gettin paid down here nigga, for real Dem feds want a hotter nigga cause I'm livin large I got a million worth of cars up in da garage Dope game ain't same down in Texas Boyz get knockin straight get to talkin wreckless Quit and take the streets fame and riches Can't take they cars so quit and start snitchin SO, excuse me if I seem a little cautious But it's a lot of niggas tryna to knock down us bosses I'm dodgin crooses, rollin alone One deep wit the chrome, It's the Boss, I'm gone. PJ: Pj, bitch, now gotta pop up on the scene Gotta sold everything from the blow to the creme When I hit the roll