OG Maco - Slim Thugga lyrics

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OG Maco - Slim Thugga lyrics

I don't know what they hating for, they don't know what I been through Pray to god to close hell's doors, show me light that I can walk to Unless it come from that 44, need less and they want more like Like f** states, I need a war tour, shining nice in my dreams n***a China white in my jeans n***a, money here so them chickens lurking They ain't Popeyes, [?] tryna bless the world with these new verses Make speakers knock and start a new disturbance They ain't know my purpose, I was just working I was just walking ‘fore you seen me swerving No bottom promise just a lot of problems My nerves hurting, Atlanta stand in this black turban Trap hot and them goons lurking Handle that and get room service Risk [?] and call room service, tell em give your girl my room number Sweep her up, my broom service She a bad b**h, maybe [?] on my broom t**ng [Hook x4:] I'm still tipping on four fours, wrapped in Volvos Dirty Sprite in my foam, money all on my phone They don't know what they talking bout I'm the one to try and talk it out b**h you ain't talking right so I'm in your mouth Handle mine in due time, I don't walk around like Ironman But this steel [?] hand will make you think I'm lying Future bright so I think I'm shining Know a lot of n***as want to undermine it Rather see me under then draped in [?] Draped in gold, my pharaoh coat Born to win like [?] nose, born to win and these hoes know On they mind like good weed Play the outside, I shoot good threes Still cooling like a winter breeze, need [?] for those [?] bees Cause I need all of my royalties, real n***as been loyal to me Live life an empire, we just tryna live royally Put the engine up when them [?], horses running behind me Pride run inside me, n***as mind on how I say Mindstate on that grind state, [?] on my plate Well done when I cook it up, paper chasers, they putting up Real n***a, that's ingrained, live life in that fast lane Sipping lean, spit c**aine Real n***a that's ingrained, living life in that fast lane Rap mixed with c**aine [Hook x4:] I'm still tipping on four fours, wrapped in Volvos Dirty Sprite in my foam, money all on my phone