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Correct Queen City Slummin' Lyrics
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Correct Queen City Slummin'
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[Verse 1: Lute] They want me to wile out Instead I styled out, like 3 Stacks Stashed three stacks, told my girl I'll be right back Who be in that when shit pull up and tints all black Open doors, rolls gold around his wrist and his neck What's 'round his wrists is respect Homies grippin' the TEC 'Cause when you iced out you can't talk to strangers That's probably why he walk with bangers Because those who loyal to the game become royal to the game Don't be surprised when your niggas start actin' like strangers So, he rides supreme, cocked to the side looking famous Chain dangling, girls asking what my Twitter name is Hardly tweet but holla at me in your @ mentions See this music is real Kill beats like I ain't used to a deal We eat tracks like we ain't used to a meal West Side till I die boy, that's just how it is The city birthed me, only right that I raise my brother Why hate, I got faith in my brothers For God's sake, show love for yo motherfuckin' brother 'Cause them boys makin' noise like Horton Hears a Who! Real niggas I salute, pussy niggas never shoot Pistol in my coupe, try my troops, watch 'em leap Like Ivan Ooze, knock a nigga out here's cool For some proof over his grave where he lay Six feet underneath, watch him sleep Another brother victim of them streets Rest in peace [Verse 2: Ry] Kicking raps so sick Leave these present niggas past tense Foes in that twenty ounce, got a nigga past bent On that penny pack purp, same color half cents Pocket full of dead guys, my denim got the sixth sense Money money money, you broke niggas funny It's niggas on the grind while you outchea chillin' On the road to a million, strapped up, no cheering Smoking out the 'lac packs, thinking like some chitlins Yankee boy on some country shit, stoned on some munchie shit Banana be the clips for the fronters on some monkey shit Igniting like my blunt lit Spitting like a full clip Toss me on the track boy, I bet you get your beat ripped [Outro: Lute] Slummin' on the west side of the 7-0 He slapped five out the fo' just to let him know North clickity clack and back shortie let it go Watch the paper fold Watch these niggas imitate the flow I'm slummin' on the west side of the 7-0 He slapped five out the fo' just to let him know North clickity clack and back, shortie, let it go Watch the paper fold Watch these niggas imitate the flow
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