Young Stoner Life - Slatty ft Young Thug & Gunna & Yak Gotti & Lil Duke mp3 download

Young Stoner Life – Slatty ft Young Thug & Gunna & Yak Gotti & Lil Duke mp3 download

Young Stoner Life – Slatty ft Young Thug & Gunna & Yak Gotti & Lil Duke mp3 download

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Quotable lyrics


Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah

Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
Hop in a Benz (what?)
Hopped out a Porsche (skrrt)
Hop in your friend (yeah)
After your daughter (yee)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I’m in the gym, of course
I can’t even care, whore
I’m out the scene, yeah
Knock off your boy, yeah
Keeping it clean (whoa)
Drac’ with the beam
I got your team
Popping a bean, yeah

I got a bag, it ain’t enough
My left wrist bling, yes, it is tough
I killed his man in front of his mama
Like fuck lil’ bruh, sister and his cousin
Now I kick my shit, that ain’t no punt
Like fuck my wrist, it ain’t enough
Now I fuck my bitch ’til it ain’t nothing
I shoot out, blank, still ain’t cuffin

Proud of my money
Kill ’em, not leaving a trace, yeah
Kill ’em, not leaving a trace (brrt)
I’m ’bout to cut off the K, yeah
Black diamonds, Martin Luther King (black)
I had to break in the safe, yeah
And I didn’t leave ’em a trace (yeah)
I had to break in that safe, yeah (yeah)
Coppin’ lil’ mama the Range (yeah)

Hop in the Jag’, I just been doing the dash, whoa
Today my Margiela was big
I look like a dad, whoa (I look like a dad, whoa)
She got gator on her purse
It look like a rash, whoa (look like a motherfuckin’ rash)
Three hundred K out in Turks
And I’m still in my bag, whoa (still in my bag)

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