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Slim Thug - 3 Kings lyrics
(feat. Bun B, T.I.) [Slim Thug] [Hook 2x] When I hit the club all the girls show me love While Im at the bar, got drank by the jug In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs Its the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug [Slim Thug] [Verse 1] I got drank by the pint Dro by the pound Headed to the club in the boss top down Slim Thug bout to clown represent H-town If you love me you gon smile If you hate me you gon frown Cause me and my bosshoggs bout to ball till we fall This year,I won't stall, Slim Thugga want it all Goin solo, first cd out that nots slow-mo Heres another hit thanks to the drank and they do-do Fa sho though we got the club shut down Tryna pick which chick Ima cut now Got a fetish for thick girls thats caramel brown On a hunt and uggh guess what I just found Come in v.i.p with me boo, while we post up We blowin purple stuff we pourin purple stuff We blowin rolled up stuff, ya can tell that we rich It Slim Thugga, T.I.P and Bun-B bitch! [Hook] [T.I.] [Verse 2] Ay ay ay 22's on a brand new Coupe wit no roof (roof) A hundred and fifty doller tennis shoes, no suits We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do) Dont get it confused but dude Im not you (you) If you ain't heard the news Im known to speak truth (truth) Thats why Im at the bar buyin all these green goose (ay ay ay) Passin it to the wall but mayne is they loose That ma nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too) Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw) And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too I know Bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah (yeaaaaa) Do it like a G for Screw and Pimp c From the A but got all of Houston with me At the superbowl full of ?? nigga! [Hook] [Bun B] [Verse 3] We goin hard in the paint like Carmello (Carmello) This is for the boys who sip purple and sip yellow (yellow) Shorty shake ya jelly like jello (huh) She curvy like a J.lo Damn baby poke me off before I even said "hello" (said hello) Is it the car, is it the ice is it the grill (is it the grill) Cause Im a star that pay the price to keep it trill (keep it trill) She at the bar, she lookin nice, she on da pill And she got two more wit her ready so tell me how you feel (hol up) See pimpin ain't made nigga pimpin ain't raised nigga Nigga pimpin is born Pimpin since its early dayz (right) These niggaz get to trippin playa pimpin ain't lazy And if ya miss Pimp C throw up ya dueces and ya tres (mayne) We thought of many ways and perfected the grind (grind) Makin million dollas more six figa checks will get signed (signed) Slim Thug you up next to shine and I can't even lie Wit me and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo) [Hook] |
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