Slim Thug - Trash lyrics

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Slim Thug - Trash lyrics

(*gun shots*) (*talking*) f** Northstar, you old b**h a**, midget a** n***a Get off my motherf**ing dick, f** Big Ballin You old bootlegging, old weak a**, trash a**, hoe a** n***as [Hook] (y'all) you n***as fell off (n***as) My n***as run the North (are) You can't f** with the Boss (trash) here come another loss [Slim Thug] Brace yourself, for the main event from the Boss Every hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out Another loss on they record, them broke n***as insane Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang Talking down on my name, so I'm punishing fools I understand why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to lose I got a lot to lose but f** it, I won't lose my respect The more I start getting checks, the more they start having plex They do this sh** to sell records, everybody telling me They might get a lil money, but not more than me Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain't no 60-40 deal I'm getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still That mean these n***as still broke, Street Fame still won't get sold They the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed And to that other big b**h, by the name of Big Pic He certified garbage, you can't f** with me trick (ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these haters retire Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick s**ers for hire Boss Hogg and PIE, we running these streets Got beef, my heat'll have you run in the streets Calling police saying laws, come get them Outlaws They left me in the desert, in nothing but my draws b**h we raw, whether you believe it or not Come in my face with that plex, and you won't leave back out [Hook] (*talking*) Old b**h a** n***a, you gon have to graduate A couple of mo' cla**es to f** with me, ha [Hook] [Slim Thug] Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song The same n***a who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on What happened to I made them n***as, and they stole from me You never was acting, n***a you is funny I peeped your gay ways, way back in the days Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on stage All your fans was like man, this lil n***a a b**h When he can't get his way, he quick to pitch a fit I'ma do this I'ma do that, well what's stopping you Yo I saw you and Young Cappo, at the corner sto' On you n***as corner, while I was talking to 50/50 If you wanted me so bad, why the f** you ain't get me Y'all look dead in my face, saw me in broad day When I got behind you n***as car, you went the other way Talking bout you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke Last time I saw Big Pic, that b**h spoke And North lying, trying to blame everything on chop b**h I know you bootlegging, let the lies stop You don't sell enough c.d.'s, to buy you a car Help Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar You hollin' bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out While you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth Midget a** n***a, comb your nappy a** hair You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear Don't make me tie your dirty a** up, and give you a bath You looking like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, with your O.G Bullsh** b**h, your O.G. is me Call me O.G. Slim Thug, b**h a** n***a I might be young, but b**h I'm a rich a** n***a And I'ma keep dogging your hoe a**, till you apologize And squash all this sh**, like the rest of you guys, hoe

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