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Correct Gangsta Walk Freestyle Lyrics
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[Intro] Slumafia Gangsta Boo Catfish Billy, Yeah! [Verse] I am still that motherfucker Ain't nothing new to this Been that country cousin way before I even knew K.R.I.T Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey and I shoots it Using my gold teeth to take an olive off a toothpick Throw the bitch in an empty bottle then I stepped out the Silverado Light a cigarette up and then hobble off into the alley way covered in smoke like the Legend of Sleepy Hallow Colder than a December breeze in Chicago, rolling up my sleeves in this one and a lot of them out here working hard but that ain’t my problem, fuck ‘em all because of all that shit was borrowed Got a bucket to piss in I’m good on this end, no college tuition On a whole other mission, I’m headed to Memphis to fuck with the remix Bumping Three-Six, pull up at the big pen and create a helix we repping for Felix Been dripping, been leaking juice bitch you see ‘em drinking Look at all my puppy dogs, daddy left you in the kitchen Now you fucking going off cooking up a new rendition Country rappers on my balls look at the redneckism Should’ve popped some Adderall, I wasn’t paying attention That ADD’s like SATs I never took nothing for it Dazed and confused major league dude, I never took nothing for it I was just bored, I was just stuck in my trailer walking back and forth Became a rapper just so I could sing a lose every fan that I had before Everyday all day, didn’t have that tattoo Around about ’08 back when I wore fat shoes No Balenciaga’s I was hoarding Jordan’s with a corduroy hat fedora in Florida Forget about the old me kinda sorta Put on a pair of boots and I jump the border But what’s a boarder to a native quarter but a wave to make Trump create an order I’m a rebel bitch I don’t wade at the shore for a wave to crash I go and make the water Transport a serpent earth I’m never nervous, you can’t evolve living on the surface You can’t take me from my purpose, that’s like taking 50 from Curtis So hop in the next lane, yeah just I hop in the next lane But I got the whole fucking highway, run over you like a sept tank Trying to catch up in your Reeboks, you better watch where you’re stepping I’ll shit on your Champion sweatsuit, cause we can get popped like a wedding But I’m musically polygamous idiot rock and roll we did the same thing Yeah I’m 'bout the Slum South, striped suits and the chain gangs See if Johnny Cash and Jim Morrison became B-boys with Eminem and Pink Floyd Then forged a group with Hank III of course then Slumerican would be the emporium [Outro] Trunk Muzik 3 (cracks beer)
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