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Pots N Pans

 

Pots N Pans

(альбом: Slime Language 2 - 2021)


(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)

[Lil Duke:]
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we running from fans (Running from fans)
I'm not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I'm calling on land (Calling on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
Fucked on her once, I'm not calling again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I fucked on her friend (Woo)

Trapping on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I'm in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon' bite (Gon' bite, rrr)
I'm really popping, they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I'm the bomb, I ain't banging nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain't got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn't even type it (Couldn't even type it)

Bad bitch overseas Skyping (Skypin')
Tripping, I went put a scope on the rifle
Ain't shooting up deers, I'm shooting at the rivals
Hide your whole army, KP, he the sniper
Put that lil' baby in diapers (Diapers)
Fucked her one time and I left 'cause I ain't like her
We got them choppers on deck like them bikers (Bikers)
Free all my niggas that's locked up in Rikers
Pockets on Biggie, no Christopher Wallace
Came up with real ones around me, they solid
Roll through a roadblock, I'm riding with Dolly
I need my own, seen a whole lotta bodies
She used to strip, she was dancing at Follies
She was projecting, that bitch off Perc', Molly
I love her 'cause she done fucked everybody
I'm with Slatt Gotti, they like, then we bought it
My youngin pull up and he taking the charge
Truth in my rapping, this ain't no facade
Niggas get clapped in this bitch, we applaud
Run up a bag and I get outta Dodge
Pop me a Perc', I done took off to Mars
Aventador and the doors ajar
Roll up her pussy, she selling her parts
Can't come to my hood 'cause they pulling your cards

I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we running from fans (Running from fans)
I'm not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I'm calling on land (Calling on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
Fucked on her once, I'm not calling again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I fucked on her friend (Woo)

Trapping on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I'm in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon' bite (Gon' bite, rrr)
I'm really popping, they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I'm the bomb, I ain't banging nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain't got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn't even type it (Couldn't even type it)

[NAV:]
I'm really 'bout it, this ain't no facade
Pokémon rappers, we pulling they card
Duke send the track and I tell him it's hard
Throw him an alley-oop, slatty, no charge
Test me if you want, I walk what I talk
Got a street sweeper to clean up the block
If we can't find you, your cousin get smoked
F&N bullets fly, get on the floor
Shop by myself and I never get robbed
If she a baddie, I'm going in raw
Fucking these bitches is part of my job
Shawty on molly, so pardon the jaw
Multiple platinums turned me to the man
Like magic, make dope disappear, yes, I can
Go where I want and they go where they can
Back to the trap with the pots and the pans
Popping on pillys, got vibes for the vibes
Stay with the mob like a suit and a tie
Shit unbelievable, think that I'm lying
Hit with a two-piece, I think that he dying
Stacking up millions, I gotta go up
Don't try to dap me, I'm not showing love
All of my chains out, ain't none of 'em tucked
Shit could get slimy, it's up, then it's stuck

[Lil Duke:]
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we running from fans (Running from fans)
I'm not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I'm calling on land (Calling on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
Fucked on her once, I'm not calling again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I fucked on her friend (Woo)

Trapping on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I'm in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon' bite (Gon' bite, rrr)
I'm really popping, they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I'm the bomb, I ain't banging nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain't got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn't even type it
(Couldn't even type it)

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