Lyrics:
Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely
snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.
I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off
Pickings
Slim Pickings on my own, Slim Pickings
Slim Pickings, don't want no Slim Pickings
Now I've opened my eyes, cnd I realise I don't need another guy
More than the city I want the whole wide world
Don't slim down I love ya hips wide girl
All of this work I need the truckload scale
I got a vibe
be some bitches I can tell by how they talking
I keep my shit one hundred man I ain’t have an option
I ain’t like these guys I cannot disguise
It’s
you need her magic touch
Her magic touch, her magic touch, her magic touch
And in the night in the crowd
She'll be there
As she prances by
it's not so
It's magic you know
Never believe it's not so
Ha, yeah
Now I hear a lot of rumors out there
Right about now man
Like Red ain't good enough
And I'll show you magic (What? What?)
Magic
I got the magic stick
I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
My tongue touch ya,
And I'll show you magic (What? What?)
Magic
I got the magic stick
I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
My tongue touch ya,
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
[Verse 1: Slim]
Tell me why you're here tonight
Are you looking for someone to do you right
I see you standing by yourself
And I heard you
bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
get it
Fresh line up I don't need no fitted
Two bad bitches a pound of weed
Shit it mean the same thing I'm gone hit it
I stay red hot sorry you
get it
Fresh line up I don't need no fitted
Two bad bitches a pound of weed
Shit it mean the same thing I'm gone hit it
I stay red hot sorry you
No need to test 'em
Black man magic, yessuh
You got a spell one
Look how my body moves when I'm round you
Some kind of ecstasy
What have you done
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone
a man, and you so in love with him
But can I get a dance (dance)? Maybe a little lovin'
Slim girl if I took you home (home), I wonder (I), I wonder (I)
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
of them hoe ass niggaz got a skin disease
Or something mayn, man I'm fin to tear they
Whole motherfucking label up
This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em
real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime
a sissy, might as well call that nigga Missy
The game is pissy, his hoe ass ways kinda fishy
Walkin' all swishy
[Kangol Slim]
Man you steal sell shake?
Now I don't wanna float to light
On a cloud of man-made ice
Told it to pass me by
Don't want it to pass me by
Saddle up now for the ride
Waiting
Always on your mind and it ain’t no cap yuh
Sweetermans you know we all snacks
Motion, Betta Boyz, Slim and Al on the track
Good kid
With the bad man flow
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
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