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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Slim Guerilla
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Slim Guerilla
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Almighty Bumpin'
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They tried to lock me in the cell
So I can rot in hell
Call my ****, Ahmadi
Tell me to give my **** that bail
He said no doubt
But what the fuck you talkin' about
Man I'll let you know
Just pull me up to my bitch's house
[Verse 2]
Pulled up in all black
Sippin' on some fuckin' yak
Eyes red as hell
From smokin' on the sack
Back to back
Made it to my lettuce, house
But noticed all the lights was off
Thinkin' in my mind that this thing was lookin' fuckin' wrong
[Verse 3]
Knocked up on the fuckin' door
But I heard a ****'s voice
Kick down the door
Bitch, I really didn't have no fuckin' choice
Then that ho looked at me
'Cause she saw the player creep
Tried to set me up
For busta, muthafuckin' G
[Verse 4]
Lock they ass up in the trunk
'Cause I know them **** don't want no funk
We in the lick, I hit the gas, then the suckas kiss my ass
Then I hit the light spot
Sippin' on some Everclear
Tried to put a fight
Gave that ho a souvenir
[Verse 5]
Man it's gettin' real late
To catch a muthafuckin' case
If I had the plans
Somethin' else I play your business, it needed help
Had to hit up on my end, to see what's on his fuckin' mind
I turn around real quick
That **** was pullin' out some nines
[Verse 6]
Oh, shit, what the fuck?
Bitch then tried to set the play
On my brother fuckin' with the wrong she gotta pay
Got the straps, jumped up in the wheel
Now I gotta hit the street
If a **** fuck with Slim Guerilla
He gonna fuckin' leak
[Verse 7]
If you hear my lines
Say them **** had em out to trap
Say, my ****, hold your ground
I'm on the road, don't call me back
Soon as I pulled up
**** started bustin' straps
Took the safety off the yoke
And now I'm at that dope in back
[Verse 8]
Playin' with your wife, ****
Who the fuck you textin'?
**** started duckin'
When I up the Smith and Wesson
Beat them with they bitch
If I miss you that's a blessing
[Verse 9]
Couple **** ran
Couple of 'em on the stretcher
Come in with that pressure
Gotta go, time to hit the road
It was so much goin' on
That we forgot about the ho
But I'm sayin', "Fuck that shit"
****, time to hit that door
Soon as we walked off
She had a pistol to his dome
Damn
Written by: Slim Guerilla