Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
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Hey guys, I'm ready to
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sing now. Woo!
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Welcome to your favorite radio station
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148 .8 on the FM style
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Slaughterhouse about to take over
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this bitch and it's going down
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Sit back and relax and grab
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your favorite bitch and get it on
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Get it on, get it on, get it on it on,
get it on, motherfuckers
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It all goes down when
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your bitch is around
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when you're in lockdown
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at Slaughterhouse
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It all gets real, what the fuck you feel
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We just wanna chill,
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it's Lord of the House
Lottery motherfucker goin'
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nuts in this bitch
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That's the call for sluts in this bitch
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I don't have to know you, shit,
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you can be a stranger
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Never been a gangbanger,
but a cold -ass slinger
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The dick can take a breath in this bitch
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Breathe easy, girl, do you want this dick?
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Get sleazy, the only thing
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you gotta do is ask
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I hate hoes that be beggin' for drinks
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Bet I'ma lay Justin Timberlake,
bitch, and get in sync
But I'ma do it this time
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But this shit's gotta stop,
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bartenders, firm on the rocks
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She said, lottery
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Hey, what you want now, bitch?
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Why you do this to me?
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Hey, she's the player in me
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Maybe fuck your friends
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Hey, they wanted some, too
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And took all my M's
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Hey, that's just how the game goes
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It all goes down
When your bitch is round
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When you in our town
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Let's claw the house
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It all gets real
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Do what the fuck you feel
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We just wanna chill
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Let's claw the house
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See I'm getting big
on the highway
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About to hit the club shit before
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I hit the door
Nigga gotta smoke some
boys drunk as fuck
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Givin' tricks what they want
Got a few bitches
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and a coat of pounds in the glove
What I look like without no
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bitches with me?
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Share a bitch before a
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blunt is just a dog in me
Step in the club,
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bitches gettin' wet in the club
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And sweat in the club,
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cause my ice brightens the club
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Not givin' a fuck, dismiss all my bitches
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Cut a man recruit new like
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a draft pick
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This bitch is thick,
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get fucked where heaven she went
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She approached me on the real
so he must be a trick
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Must be a bitch for not keepin'
his hoes in check
Nigga Tom Slick,
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I'm feelin' with hoes and shit
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A dime or a nickel,
don't matter, I'ma hit you
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Not in the Mercedes Benz,
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but the rental
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All goes down when your
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bitch is round
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When you in our town,
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let's slow down
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It all gets real, what the fuck you feel?
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We just wanna chill, let's slow down
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Yeah, god damn,
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this beat got me hot as hell
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And I'm looking at my watch,
it's only quarter to twelve
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Well, hell, my niggas in the club,
we poppin'
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Bottles of Chris and all the shorties,
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pants droppin' to the floor
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Yeah, they be givin' us more
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Than a little bit of lovin'
what you hatin' for
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We got the roar,
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known for lockin' it down
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When we come to your town,
niggas hear a sound
It's slaughter,
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we don't want your wife but your daughter
Could get it in the club, nigga,
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anytime she wanna
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Flex, that's more sex and more beers
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More ice and more stairs
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We in it for years,
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to the top of the charts
That's where we goin',
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my niggas and my team
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It's all about growin' to new levels,
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new heights, new peaks
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And when we hit the streets,
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we comin' with that heat, don't hate
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Nigga, catch a slug in your mouth,
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J -Bundy and his bitch
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We'll just slow the house, I'm out
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It all goes down when your
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bitch is loud
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When you in the town,
let's slow the house
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It all gets real,
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do what the fuck you feel
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We just wanna chill,
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let's slow the house
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It all goes down when
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your bitch is round
When you in our town, that's not a house
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It all gets real,
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do what the fuck you feel
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We just wanna chill, that's not a house
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You
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