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• Artiste: Killa Kyleon
• Titre: Do Ya Thang Flow
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[talking:] DJ Storm right, that's right nigga They know what the fuck this is nigga, this slab music nigga Pulling up on your side, on a fresh set of 4's nigga Cause 3's ain't for no G's, you know what I'm saying Killa Kyleon nigga, I am the slab king you dig Finna do my thang like Tip say mayn, run it [Kyleon:] Pull a wide body out off the dock, I'm fin to sail y'all 84 Perrich, G I'm talking bout my L-Dog Pop my trunk, lights glowing all above my knock Now or later paint, roof and inside's butterscotch Fresh glass shoes, low pro fo's for the socks I ain't gon lie, I know why I do it for the bops Pulling out clean, car fresh up out the shower Grab that Shammy, wipe it down for an hour I love them swangas mayn, y'all can have the big wheels Give me a slab, with a fifth and a big grill Woman on the hood, poking out directing traffic Swanging on your slab, soon as I roll pass it Fuck my alarm, I'm protected by the plastic Touch my car, and it's finna get drastic Shaking left to right, like I'm finna lose it Popping my trunk mayn, I'm jamming Screw music [Hook: x2] I'm clean, diamonds in my teeth chain guzzling my ring Looking like a million bucks, when I hit the scene My load on 4's, and my candy paint mean Nigga I'm so clean, nigga I'm so clean [Kyleon:] Hand on my grain mayn, flipping through my neighborhood Sipping on drank, purple stuff you know the flavor good Smoking on some gangsta shit, I call it O.G. kush Head turner, so the hoes and the police look Boys hating, cause they know I got the best ride Run up you'll get chestized, bitch I'll leave your chest wide Lam do's, slab looking like a sports car Pop my trunk, now it's looking like a sports bar Slab king nigga, so it ain't no competition I'm fo' number one, that ain't no punk position I ride 4's not 3's, now I got em heated Hey what's the difference, five G's cock sucker beat it [Hook x2]