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Slim Thug - Wanna Be A Baller Freestyle Flow Lyrics

I falling get was mine to be out
On the grind
Slim thug coming shine 1999
I still behind the ballar best when I drank I smoke
I wanna flow over seas
And the candy combo
6 TVs with remote and my 2 nephews
Acting fool looking cool
Watching the blue exclude
A bass the team with the clown
To be boss I floss
When I open up my mouth I’m rapping out for the south
See ahead to the kappa
And fo’ swangas on the dept
And I’ma hate those slaps
And flow cold rap
It’s the master slim thug
Straight about the stead
Watch me pop it drop it drop the top turn some head
I can wait the flap bad
On the heart mike drove
Make blow smoking if a bad hoe approach it
I’ma let my trunk dance
And my deep wheel
Slip about 20 slab deep
Blow swish on beat
I’m a creep
And boys crawl watching me ball
Up down the sea wall
Standing 66 tall so you couldn’t miss me
And I’ma talk down
The every single whole edition
I ain’t shot up
Go green and all my friends
and fell in about teen and thru it thru it in
rest in peace my ass
I got the “S” on my chest
I sip drank smoke cest
To release all stress
Gucci shades on my braids
Got to stay play made
Getting paid and getting laid
Above drop and shake
I pull over headed toe when I open my door
Smell like fresh out the mall
Started to starve your stove
So I’m a hoe act a flow
So bitch bop your head
I wreck the mike I make it high
I tell my daddy I’m going back
It’s the master slim thug and I just can’t quit
And I ain’t broke it baby for my boy big pic
Only lock I ain’t forgot it about rocking the drop
Cause swishahouse brake shop
It got chopped by the watts
See I’m swatching all cheddar cause it really don’t matter
You can see me on TV with the boy beheader
After kappa
On the damn mission
Might flip the link on the big expedition
My diamonds gon bling
From the mink of the son
I wanna to be a baller
Since I first turned one call me
The top gun
You can call me “press”
But I won’t rest till I get call the best
I’ll make you say
Oh yes
That boy’s a clown
I’ma show round when I hit the town to town
Watch me put it down
From the side to the clay
Right swanging paint piecing chains
Pank rang
Like yo I fo fo I’ma, I’ma brake the boys
To remaining gangbang to my dawgs out the nawf