Slim Dunkin - Blindside lyrics

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Slim Dunkin - Blindside lyrics

Shut the f** up, nobody make a sound Keep talking put your brains in the lost and found Put that Glock down before I bring that chopper around Hear that chopper sound, and then chop you down We the robbin crew, don't do the sale cases Usual suspect, when the shell cases First name basis with all the bail places I ain't pickin faces, them my f**in eights [Hook: x2] Tell them n***as get they mind right You know I got that iron tight p**y n***a coming I can see him from my blindside Diamonds in the limelight, 50 make them shine bright p**y n***a coming I can see him from my blindside [Verse 1:] Dunk, b**h I run my city (sh**tin' me?) Nah, for real Clayton county, I think I'm Victor Hill n***a sit still, whole clique trill Yeah I got them diamonds, but them bricks real Man down, damn right Just cause I got that chopper don't mean I can't fight [Hook: x2] [Verse 2:] Desert storm ice, my chain lookin tropical Reach that's your first cla** ticket to the hospital Brand new .45, choppas is your obstacle Tom Cruise with the Tommy, mission impossible b**h I'm in the hood, these rap n***as never there Mac catch you slipping shoot his a** in the computer chair Dirt gang, bunch of wild n***as, love to buck Keep the pump to blow your motherf**in' stomach up I ain't ever f** with ya'll, we weren't ever partners You ain't ever pull no two, never bought no chopper All the actin frontin gangstas, need a f**ing Oscar n***a try to rob me, he gonna meet the fokkas Leave you in jurrasic park, nothin' but your fossils See that p**y n***a comin through my gucci goggles [Hook: x2]

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