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Don't let me you slippin'!


Let me catch you slippin'! (Let me you slippin'!)
Let me you slippin'! (Let me catch you slippin'!)
Nigga!

let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (Hey!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)

Caught a slippin' outside of the parking lot
Yung partner change rang in his pockets
No mask so you who got it
But you scared to get it back you know they bout it

Don't let me you slippin'! (Flocka)
Don't let me you slippin'!
Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'!

'Cause you move to Hollywood you good out there
Send the pie rules get shit took out there
a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta
I know Clay County got kush out there (Squat)

Party in the A-town, call Jr.
You from the streets, you just rap a lot, nigga
Booked for a show in the middle of the
You ain't good out this a Chi Town, nigga
Asshole by nature, it I'm Trey
Run that nigga like it's a relay
You really pussy what the streets say
Fuck who you nigga, you gotta pay
Out in PA, fuckin' cook
your favorite rapper got his AP took
I'm seein' green dots, puttin' on books
If he broke he young nigga get money
with the white girl, Playboy bunny
Got them niggas lookin' funny have 'em in yo shit
Caught 'em slippin' pumpin' gas, nigga you a leak
Got robbed by the bloods now you runnin' the crips, nah
You niggas boo
call Troop, he gon' call Big U
Now the guns all on you deja vu
You a question gangster, DJ Clue
For that Cuban chain and that big Rolex
You in the wrong scenario, called Quest
On the jet boy all our clips got extensions
Tryin' to hold your chain, you gon' end up missin'

Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)
let me catch you slippin'!(You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (Hey!)
let me catch you slippin'!(You know!)

Caught a nigga slippin' outside of the lot
Yung nigga partner rang in his pockets
No so you know who got it
But you scared to get it back you know they bout it

let me catch you slippin'! (Flocka)
Don't let me you slippin'!
Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)
let me catch you slippin'!

'Cause you move to Hollywood you ain't out there
the pie rules get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight to Atlanta
I know Clay County got kush out there (Squat)

I got shooters in the D, I ain't bout the Pistons
Grand theft auto, send them on a mission
Pay yo' ass a visit braggin' bout yo low
Shoulda kept your mouth closed, now we know business
in yo crib like an infant, kill you in an instant
I want the shit for the chicken, I just hit a lick,
Charlie Sheen, we
Ten down with the yoppa, I'm a beast
No V-103 like Greg I'm
give up the money, then it's all RIP
Sendin' head shots the DMV
asleep split your wig like the Red Sea
Got in the street like a referee
Have a nigga runnin' like a
Show you how to rob, got the
Do your homework, out where he be at
Where he hide the put the D at
Run up in yo' we gon' seize that
Then it down on the G pad
Better be, boo you don't need
Waka Flocka Flame me hangin' where the G's at
Rob a dope boy, I worryin' bout prison
Can't call the 'bout them bricks in the kitchen

let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (Hey!)
let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)

Caught a slippin' outside of the parking lot
nigga partner change rang in his pockets
No mask so you who got it
But you scared to get it back 'cause you they bout it

Don't let me you slippin'! (Flocka)
Don't let me you slippin'!
let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'!

'Cause you move to you ain't good out there
the pie rules get your shit took out there
Bring a shit straight back to Atlanta
I know County niggas got kush out there (Squat)