
Thicka Than Water Flow Slim Thug (Ft. Killa Kyleon)
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(*talking*)
G'eah Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon mayn
Bitch ass niggas, need to close they motherfucking mouth Killa
[Slim Thug]
The big Boss here to set it off, lay on your flo's
Before we cock these 4-4's, and blow your brain out your nose
I'm tired of talking to you rappers, you dudes is trans-sex
Trying to make a nigga guess, with your down low plex
Don't sing it nigga bring it, let's gon get it on
Matter fact fuck all that, say my name in your songs
You punks is emcees, don't battle with real G's
You ain't heard niggas is broke, they killing for small fees
My killers got kids to feed, I fulfill they needs
And drop em a couple thee, to make your bitch ass bleed
I don't like having problems, so I solve em quick
So I bust a tech nine, till the bitch won't click
The click I'm with is made niggas, hustlers slash grave diggers
I pop ya or put a hit out, whichever one save figgas
I got lawyers on my team, that I pay good green
That tend to keep my record clean, cause they beat everything
Teflon don, don't shit stick to the Boss
But these sticky green sticks, that I stick in my mouth
You think you fucking with my folks, ha-ha you got jokes
Talking bout you got dope, you bitch niggas is broke
You frauds don't even smoke, please stop your lying
Befo' you get in some real shit, and niggas start dying
And these bullets start flying, at your mama home
Keep busting towards your dome, until all my drama gone
G'eah Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon mayn
Bitch ass niggas, need to close they motherfucking mouth Killa
[Slim Thug]
The big Boss here to set it off, lay on your flo's
Before we cock these 4-4's, and blow your brain out your nose
I'm tired of talking to you rappers, you dudes is trans-sex
Trying to make a nigga guess, with your down low plex
Don't sing it nigga bring it, let's gon get it on
Matter fact fuck all that, say my name in your songs
You punks is emcees, don't battle with real G's
You ain't heard niggas is broke, they killing for small fees
My killers got kids to feed, I fulfill they needs
And drop em a couple thee, to make your bitch ass bleed
I don't like having problems, so I solve em quick
So I bust a tech nine, till the bitch won't click
The click I'm with is made niggas, hustlers slash grave diggers
I pop ya or put a hit out, whichever one save figgas
I got lawyers on my team, that I pay good green
That tend to keep my record clean, cause they beat everything
Teflon don, don't shit stick to the Boss
But these sticky green sticks, that I stick in my mouth
You think you fucking with my folks, ha-ha you got jokes
Talking bout you got dope, you bitch niggas is broke
You frauds don't even smoke, please stop your lying
Befo' you get in some real shit, and niggas start dying
And these bullets start flying, at your mama home
Keep busting towards your dome, until all my drama gone
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