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Slide (feat. DhD)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay-Oh
Jay-Oh
Performer
King Killumbia
King Killumbia
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devin Patrick Baltzigar
Devin Patrick Baltzigar
Songwriter
Dusty Hunter Dial
Dusty Hunter Dial
Songwriter
Gomez Christopher Chris
Gomez Christopher Chris
Songwriter
Mark Christopher Hardin Jr.
Mark Christopher Hardin Jr.
Songwriter
Justin Van O'neal
Justin Van O'neal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Demons
Beat Demons
Producer

Lyrics

I see da fake in your eyes Now I real-lize You were never by my side Only down for the ride Narcissistic certified Put away your pride, you lied Found the truth you tried to hide Now it's time for you to slide I see da fake in your eyes Now I real-lize You were never by my side Only down for the ride Narcissistic certified Put away your pride, you lied Found the truth you tried to hide Now it's time for you to slide I don't need ya Hop in the whip like see ya Smokin' on gas in the bimmer Backseat chillin' wit Tina 3% tint can't see ya Done caught your girl on Cheaters My ice soo cold like a freezer In Beverly Hills like Weezer They wanna be fresh like me Walk & talk, tryin' to dress like me Fake love ain't impressin' me Stupid bitch ain't stressin' me Beat the pussy up like a felony No CDV but don't test me 5-0 won't catch me Fuck you can't arrest me Do what I gotta do I ain't even worried about you Do what I gotta do You can't ever hang with the crew I see da fake in your eyes Now I real-lize You were never by my side Only down for the ride Narcissistic certified Put away your pride, you lied Found the truth you tried to hide Now it's time for you to slide I see da fake in your eyes Now I real-lize You were never by my side Only down for the ride Narcissistic certified Put away your pride, you lied Found the truth you tried to hide Now it's time for you to slide Hoes hate it when I write on a track Cuz I always diss 'em, they don't like it when I rap I've had to walk home with a knife in my back But now I'm fueled up like I siphoned the gas Gotta go, gotta stay in my lane You know these hoes change, that's why I don't hang All I do is sing & throw flames Could have been something, now you're just a no name Nobody knows you, I don't owe you A motherfuckin' thing, I done told you You don't even know half the shit that I had to go through All because you didn't wanna go back to the old you Everything I'm sayin' and spittin', this shit is so true You just old news, now I'm back on the pro tools Sippin' a cold brew, callin' the shots now Spittin' the bullets, I could rip through a phone booth Gettin' seven digit money, I just think this shit is funny I'ma get a couple bunny's I'ma bust on their bellies & I'ma cum on their tummies Hit them out in broad day, fuck 'em out when it's sunny And I'ma leave these hoes in the dark Why's my heart so cold I don't know where to start I just hit the road, blow o's in the car Seen the bitch in the rear view begging me to park But I won't I see da fake in your eyes Now I real-lize You were never by my side Only down for the ride Narcissistic certified Put away your pride, you lied Found the truth you tried to hide Now it's time for you to slide
Writer(s): Devin Patrick Baltzigar, Mark Hardin Jr, Gomez Chris, Dusty Dial, Justin O'neal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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