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Slidin, Lyrics, Danny Wolf, Lil Baby

Description: Slidin Lyrics Danny Wolf & Lil Baby

Danny, I see you

They know we gon' fuck 'em up, they don't come outside
Everybody know it's up, we can't let it slide
I don't calle the bro for none, they all let it run
You know not let go for none, soon they'll be cryin'
Imma cash out before I crash out
All my whips came white and black and I'm a cashier
Know I started in the back, I'm on the ice now
Brand new titties got some [?] in bed now

All we gettin' my [?] shit, I swear I'm poppin' shit
I hit thousands outside the door, I'm fuckin' with this college bitch
Got too many cars in ages, know I got a lot of whips
I keep switchin' up my changes, know I got a lot of shit
Boy, I've been a timе in my game up, I got a lot to say
I know bro' them gon' ride for mе, that's why I'm dyin' with 'em
I turned up all my young niggas like "come inside with me"
Ain't gon' never get up and walk away, I got too much time in it

They know we gon' fuck 'em up, they don't come outside
Everybody know it's up, we can't let it slide
I don't calle the bro for none, they all let it run
You know not let go for none, soon they'll be cryin'
Imma cash out before I crash out
All my whips came white and black and I'm a cashier
Know I started in the back, I'm on the ice now
Brand new titties got some [?] in bed now

Bitch, please
I get paid like I'm the running bag, I'm in the big league
He know he a rat, he can't come back, he gon' get sweet cheese
Donnuts going up the streets, I use to ride a ten speed
Big rocks on my Audemars, this bitch costs like eight Gs
This ain't make, believe, we make shit look easy
Bro was gettin' a thousand by a week when we create the season
You got the same shit that I got, but that don't make us equal
I got a whole lotta spice that I'm not ever slipping
Drop a fifty on a nigga, they gon' crip
My lil' dog got two live sentences, I know it's hard for him to eat
Break your heart, I make it hard for you to sleep
Now I'm playin', bae
Can't believe I lost a couple million dollars on GRAMMY's day

They know we gon' fuck 'em up, they don't come outside
Everybody know it's up, we can't let it slide
I don't calle the bro for none, they all let it run
You know not let go for none, soon they'll be cryin'
Imma cash out before I crash out
All my whips came white and black and I'm a cashier
Know I started in the back, I'm on the ice now
Brand new titties got some [?] in bed now

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