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Deeorslim - Namaste Lyrics

[Chorus]
Give me the drop and I’ll roll in two
One phone call to my batch, don't ask what they’re in 'cah they roll in two
My nigga from long time DS Coupe
Heard that a nigga turned gang, said “Rah, say swear I was a baker yute”
It’s slim shady like

[Verse 1]
She say, “Slim, I see your ting, you okay?”
I said, “Nah B, I'm still stuck in the hood”
I wanna see bands a ton, so don’t ask why I keep rapping up gudge
They say to get comfy in Lewi, my akh, I’m comfy, I’m cotched, I’m good
I lied one time, can’t happen again, so I gotta be wise when I step in the street
Got a piece on me like Namaste
So Namaste, If you wan’ get loud then I'm backing it bait
I tried wet, in his facе
Started dashing away, can’t let him escapе
When I robbed ***, it weren’t even a dat, just keep a buck and then bro had to pay
It is what it is anyway
Baby food man, these niggas are babies
About slim not shady he crazy
Couldn’t cap in my raps even if niggas paid me
Niggas know that I'm crashing for DK
I bucked into my man, I could tell he was shaky
Niggas know that I slide with the sheisty and no one in life can say that I’m sneaky
Love my souls when I’m telling that daily
Niggas I don’t know, saying my name in tracks, do they not have shame?
Crashed on grown folks, YGs too get wet I don’t care about age
She makes the mistakes, that’s who she keeps saying, she hates how I live, was part of the game
I know that they want man deaded, I know, but trust me a nigga ain’t phased
Day I got it cracking in Inchmery Road
Bottle of his head left my handle soaked
He weren’t thinking straight, I’m trying to get it, let me see what’s inside of your dome
Darling, I don’t wanna bore get sold
Still question the life that I chose, but it is what it is firm it 'cah I'm grown (But it is what it is firm it 'cah I'm-)
[Chorus]
Give me the drop and I’ll roll in two
One phone call to my batch, don't ask what they’re on 'cah they roll in two
My nigga from long time DS Coupe
Heard that a nigga turned gang, said “Rah, say swear I was a baker yute”

[Verse 2]
Heard that nigga turned gang, weren't part of the plan like I'm changing my mood
Sustain these days, don’t go verdessa
Ain’t a brits but I still go verdessa
Heard guys wanna talk about pressure
You ran and we tanned him, we brandished the wetter
Your bredrin's dead, go write him a letter
You’re running away and it’s getting me fed up
They want nigga caged or dead up, ready up, steady up, get low or get wetter

[Interlude]
Or go for a swim
I’m para, I love my life so I get a gut feeling I'm switching that sim (Switched that)
Miss, you’re a bit of me (She a bit of me)
And she fuck with slim (She fuck with slim)
And she slim (And she slim)
Know my ting
Boujee bitch and she scream okurrrr’
Okurrr’, skrrrr’
Big shotgun with the burrr’
Okurrrr’
Don’t get shot for tryna get viral
You know what I'm on, so go protect your vitals
Fucks with me, but can’t fuck with me
'Cah I robbed her man, “Shit, my fault”
[Verse 3]
D-D-Don’t cut for the CID
You ain’t from the block, let me see ID
You lacked to your bae heard a chest shot, PYC or your PYT
Shout B, that’s my G with the glee
I mean, I always keep that rammy’ on me
She ain’t slim so she call me Dee
She fucks with the case she ain’t landing for free
Shotgun like a bark off, free express
I heard that I ran on my shank
My nigga have you bumped your head
He scream like, “Yo, did he skurded his ped?”
Stick up kid but he still get wet (Wetta')
Money affi mek, things affi tek, try buzz on the guys so we cracked man's head
And I simply said, fuck he on me, he dead
Come and show me who beg
Got a poky right on my leg
Broski got a drop on 50s, needed, got a 2-2s instead
Better safe than sorry, way 2-2s in the jet

[Outro]
G, now why would I need to be aggy’
Don’t get twist when I still get crashy
Yo, hop out the car with a bashys, she’s face when I backed out the bassy
He’s a patty, he a facey, lie to the opp when they catch me, I’m lying, I’m belling 'em akhi