County Slumz (feat. Fedi Finess)
Turk P Diddy
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You're hoarding You're playing each piece like losing it hurts This ain't checkers You want my king You got to come get my king All these other pieces are just the means to do it Look at where we from We come from the county slums Straight out 410 Young niggas cut throat We just want the loaf That's what we trappin fo We don't flash we keep it low Load it cock it aim reload Look at where we from We come from the county slums Straight out 410 young nigga cut throat We just want the loaf Thats what we trappin fo We don't flash we keep em low Load it cock it aim reload Aye aye Run dat money up nigga wooh Aye Run dat money up nigga wooh Aye aye Run dat money up nigga wooh Aye aye aye My brother play wit guns he even blasted a nigga My cousin showed me how to push packs my nigga My home girl was my first smash my nigga I stayed up in my lane and got past you niggas Dalmatian doggy deep we be trashing niggas They see me inna streets don't want no action nigga You's a lame and ya daddy Issa buster my nigga You be walking round lookin like a customer nigga That's why I stay on my lonely Unless I'm with wifey I stay on my pivot Cause niggas don't tell you When they in some shit until the last minute You ain't baking my cake I'm tryna eat steak as soon as I wake I think like a dentist I can see when niggas too fake And I'm back up on my bully yo Sweat pants, timberland, and a hoodie bro You won't win wit the bars tho I spit dope You can toot it up ya nose My niggas swing them poles Gotta keep the strap close Look at where we from We come from the county slums Straight out 410 Young niggas cut throat We just want the loaf That's what we trapping fo We don't flash we keep it low Load it cock it aim reload Look at where we from We come from the county slums Straight out 410 Young nigga cut throat We just want the loaf Thats what we trapping fo We don't flash we keep em low Load it cock it aim reload Yea I got ya bitch like, No more locked doors Push me inna pool came out dripping like a reservoir Salsa aint no queso No can get no chips hoe All that cheese thats nachos Yes I got beef wit taco I can get a smash witcha hoe You can leave the bag at the door Yea, I look too fresh when I hop out Smoke inna coupe issa hot box Actin bad and bougie Bitch, whole time, thot thot Hold up, wait Po' up, yea Shonuff, no Throw up, lil bitch Hold up, wait Po' up, yea Shonuff, no Throw up, little bitch
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Written by: Devin Williams, Marcell Fedi Jones
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