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Slim Dunkin

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    Shut the fuck up, nobody make a sound
    Keep talking put your brains in the lost and found
    Put that Glock down before I bring that chopper around
    Hear that chopper sound, and then chop you down

    We the robbin crew, don't do the sale cases
    Usual suspect, when the shell cases
    First name basis with all the bail places
    I ain't pickin faces, them my fuckin eights

    Tell them niggas get they mind right
    You know I got that iron tight
    Pussy nigga coming I can see him from my blindside
    Diamonds in the limelight, 50 make them shine bright

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    Pussy nigga coming I can see him from my blindside
    Dunk, Bitch I run my city (Shittin' me?) Nah, for real
    Clayton county, I think I'm Victor Hill
    Nigga sit still, whole clique trill

    Yeah I got them diamonds, but them bricks real
    Man down, damn right
    Just cause I got that chopper don't mean I can't fight
    Desert storm ice, my chain lookin tropical

    Reach that's your first class ticket to the hospital
    Brand new .45, choppas is your obstacle
    Tom Cruise with the Tommy, mission impossible
    Bitch I'm in the hood, these rap niggas never there

    Mac catch you slipping shoot his ass in the computer chair
    Dirt gang, bunch of wild niggas, love to buck
    Keep the pump to blow your motherfuckin' stomach up
    I ain't ever fuck with ya'll, we weren't ever partners

    You ain't ever pull no two, never bought no chopper
    All the actin frontin gangstas, need a fucking Oscar
    Nigga try to rob me, he gonna meet the fokkas
    Leave you in jurrasic park, nothin' but your fossils
    See that pussy nigga comin through my gucci goggles

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