Cocaine

Slim Thug

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    Selling cocaine, coming down candy
    When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy

    Alright, P Pimp in the trunk rode in neons
    Old school steel blowing snow full of freon
    I pissin on you peons, pussy niggas tryin to sue me
    Fans watching my every move like they watching a movie
    A American gangsta live in the flesh and the shit
    I'm selling like blue magic. It's the best, yes
    Pussy niggas best to best up they chest
    cause as soon as we catch em slipping we gon put that hoe to rest
    I put that on the text, niggas think the boss is soft
    Nigga gon make em bring the old boss out
    No drought in my city, if you need it we got plenty
    Call me Cocaine Tony, out the A, fuck women

    Selling cocaine, coming down candy
    When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy

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    You can catch me at the stinda steak, thirty dollar night
    One more night before the first, that's a Tupac type of night
    This bitch bad, I shouldn't hit her. I'ma hit her ass tonight
    I'ma whip it, I'ma whip it, I'ma whip it til it's right
    I'm D-O-P-E, yeah that's me. Everybody know G sling that coco lean
    Catch me, nigga whippin at my sister too
    Talkin bout no Chevy when I say I win by sixty-two
    Do it to a four, I put fours on that bitch
    Thirty-five hundred, get your four in a split
    Y'all know G know that bitch, I taught that hoe how to swim
    I took bitch script the diamond Lil Kim

    Selling cocaine, coming down candy
    When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy [x2]

    Draked up but I'm dripped out
    Man I've been there for like twenty
    Choppers, droppers, and boppers, playa I had plenty
    Been heavy in these streets for damn near a couple decades
    Hustler in the grinder man, all I do is get paid
    All I do is get laid. Kirby see a dimes, man all my slab get sprayed
    So candy paint and shine, got money on my mind
    Got bread up in my brain, cash is all up in my conscious
    Partner, I need it man. See me and Slim Thug run daily, sell drugs
    Riding hard for our squads, fuck niggas catching slugs
    Balls talking Bun B, ninety-eighters and them boys in blue
    We ain't gots to tell ya what them boys'll do

    Selling cocaine, coming down candy
    When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy

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