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S L A B Slow Loud And Bangin Pimpin

neighborhood, late night on don't-stoppers I'm a T-H-U-G, repping S.L.A.B Riding B-L-U-E, in a B-U-I-C K with Trae, and we dubbing it out the roof With

a fucking P L A T but first a G O L D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight and simple like that Hit a bitch from the back and I use my motherfucking

a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back And I use my, motherfucking

a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back And I use my, motherfucking

a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back And I use my, motherfucking

a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back And I use my, motherfucking

everybody's watchin us I see the world clear just like I'm lookin through binoculars The L.A., C-A, the cities of metropolis The L-I, K-S, ain't nobody

the South, and the S.U.C. Ahead of the pack, forever S.L.A.B. And swanging 4's and vogues, low with T.V.'s The trunk popped up, and showing that I'm

blue, and on a mission for paper And I'm a cock-glock popper, and a Slow Loud rocker Bitch-made nigga knocker, and a bop type stopper With B and Jay at