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Slim Flossin

Slim Flossin is a musical artist known for their unique style and charismatic personality. Their music blends elements of hip-hop and trap, with catchy beats and clever lyrics. Slim Flossin's energetic performances and confident delivery have garnered a loyal fan base and have solidified their presence in the underground music scene. more »

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How you gon
Judge look where
We came from
Praying for the
Sun every time
The rain come
Pour up the
Double cups
To ease the pain some
Get rich and
Run it up with
My day ones
Beat the odds
Graveyards
And prison sentence
Times was hard
We pray to god
Make it out
Them trenches
In the streets
I seen it all
Some things
I cannot mention
I was taught
To judge them
By his morals
And intensions

More money
More problems
I can't brag
I'm rich
If we ain't
All counting
More money
More problems
I can't brag
I'm rich
If we ain't
All counting
It's mvp real shit
You gon
Forget the losers
Too many rips
I gave a pay raise
To my shooters
Just copped a
New 40
Clutching on a cougar
New money
And the same fit
I'm a vet jugger
If it wasn't
For the music
You probably
Never see me
Two friends couped
Up in the benz
They about to
Double team me
My momma always
Hold it down
I pray she never
Leave me
Tyler know all
My secrets I
Know she better
Keep it
Counting paper
With the dealers
Tapped in with the gangstas
A life taker
He trigger happy
When it come to danger
If I die up in these streets
Let my killer
Walk for free
Put that nigga on a tee
Send me some company
Nigga talking greasy
Send em to
The upper room
Can't weave this
Here extensions
Curling like a half moon
Got  sticks
And drums
Got em marching
To a different tune
Loyalty before love
I follow different rules

How you gon
Judge look where
We came from
Praying for the
Sun every time
The rain come
Pour up the
Double cups
To ease the pain some
Get rich and
Run it up with
My day ones
Beat the odds
Graveyards
And prison sentence
Times was hard
We pray to god
Make it out
Them trenches
In the streets
I seen it all
Some things
I cannot mention
I was taught
To judge them
By his morals
And intensions

Cut the lights
Hoodies up
Mask on
If that boy
Want to flex
We bare arms
Stomach shot
Fatigues on
I got beans on
I can feel it in the air
Be the theme song
Don't play em close
Stay out the way
When we spraying tho
My hitta invented
A new area code
187 we gon up it
If you dial us
He could catch
A fade or these
Clippers get him lined up
Corrupt drivers
Pull up to your crib
Got the shooters on an app
Don't get in this uber
Stay dangerous cuzzy
The streets is undefeated
Caught bussin a ratchet
And a nina
Wifey think I'm cheating
All my niggas thuggin
Tell em free the opps
We believe in street justice
Cops can't be trusted
Killing us for nothing
Can't rely on them
So the straps
In abundance
Like blue hundreds
Investigators steady
Wondering how these
Tools funded
Everything I rap
Is dope
I got the booth jumping
F*ck a gun range
We really go
Shoot something
You aint gon
Do nothing

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