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Don't let me you slippin'!


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

Don't let me 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 nigga slippin' of the parking lot
nigga partner change rang in his pockets
No mask so you who got it
But you scared to get it 'cause 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!)
Don't let me you slippin'!

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

Party in the A-town, J-Prince Jr.
You ain't the streets, you just rap a lot, nigga
Booked for a show in the of the hood
You ain't good out there a Chi Town, nigga
by nature, fuck it I'm Trey
Run that nigga like it's a relay
You really that's what the streets say
who you know nigga, you gotta pay
Out in PA, fuckin' cook
Heard your favorite got his AP took
I'm seein' green dots, puttin' money on
If he he hatin' young nigga get money
Fuckin' with the white girl, Playboy
Got them niggas lookin' have 'em runnn' in yo shit
Caught 'em slippin' pumpin' gas, nigga you a leak
Got robbed by the now you runnin' with the crips, nah
You niggas boo
I'mma call Troop, he gon' Big U
Now the all on you nigga deja vu
You a question gangster, DJ Clue
For that Cuban link chain and big Rolex
You in the scenario, tribe called Quest
On the jet boy mission all our clips got
Tryin' to hold onto your chain, you gon' end up

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 nigga slippin' of the parking lot
Yung nigga partner change rang in his
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'!
let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'!

'Cause you to Hollywood you ain't good out there
Send the pie get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight back to
I know Clay County niggas got out there (Squat)

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

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

Caught a nigga slippin' of the parking lot
Yung nigga partner change in his pockets
No mask so you who got it
But you scared to get it back 'cause you know 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 Hollywood you ain't good out
Send the pie rules get shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit back to Atlanta
I know County niggas got kush out there (Squat)