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Luhh Dyl - Kimbo Slice Lyrics

[Intro]
(Four3va)
Slow down

[Chorus]
I done made me a lot from a little (You did)
I done made dog shit off a flip phone
He ain't havin', he monkey in the middle (For real)
Steady hopin' his mans put his bitch on
Never be hearin' they diss songs
I'm out the way gettin' cake, gettin' fat like Lizzo
Big-ass Glock like hippo
Nigga act dumb, then he get his ass sliced like Kimbo
You ain't suckin', then fuck is you here for? Uh-huh
I don't wanna fuck, so I threw her in friendzone
Freak bitch, make her eat dick with pants on
I get mad, this shit can gеt hands on (Naw, for real, uh-huh, uh-huh)
He get mad and start turnin' thе fan on
Hit him with Uzi, now all of his friends gone

[Verse 1]
(Machine, hah, yeah, slow down)
He got hit up with Uzi, he thought shit was Gucci, and now his ass blew like a smoothie
He ain't makin' no money, had a bummer-ass summer, you'd think he was hangin' with Judy
Old bitch keep sayin' what we coulda been, so I told her go hang with Druski
[Interlude]
Hang with Druski, go hang with Druski
I told her to— yeah
Old bitch keep sayin' what we coulda been, so I told her go hang with Druski
Told her go hang with Druski
Told her go— uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Slow down

[Verse 2]
Everybody in this bitch get down (Get down)
Made my first five hundred, then made ten thou', that ten wasn't fuckin' around (Uh-huh)
Bro got pendin' cases, he can't even go out of town, they might take it to trial (Or they might take it to trial)
P-O-P holdin' it down (Holdin' it down)
DOA, we rollin' him right now (Right now)
Like he late on the bills, knock his lights out (Slow down)
(He ain't even see it comin')
Just this year, I spent more than a hundred, as long as I rap, it's gon' keep on comin'
Gotta keep on thumbin'
My hands been hurtin', they already numbin'
But I just deal with the pain 'cause I still remember the days when I ain't had nothin' (Slow down)

[Chorus]
I done made me a lot from a little (You did)
I done made dog shit off a flip phone
He ain't havin', he monkey in the middle (For real)
Steady hopin' his mans put his bitch on
Never be hearin' they diss songs
I'm out the way gettin' cake, gettin' fat like Lizzo
Big-ass Glock like hippo
Nigga act dumb, then he get his ass sliced like Kimbo
You ain't suckin', then fuck is you here for? (You dig?), uh-huh
I don't wanna fuck, so I threw her in friendzone (For real)
Freak bitch, make her eat dick with pants on
I get mad, this shit can get hands on (Naw, for real, uh-huh, uh-huh)
He get mad and start turnin' the fan on
Hit him with Uzi, now all of his friends gone