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M Huncho x Slim - Any Minute [Music Video] | GRM Daily
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
M Huncho
M Huncho
Vocals
Slim
Slim
Vocals
Slim
Slim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chucks
Chucks
Composer
Fumes Beats
Fumes Beats
Composer
Mohammed Hassan
Mohammed Hassan
Songwriter
Slim
Slim
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chucks
Chucks
Co-Producer
Fumes Beats
Fumes Beats
Producer

Lyrics

(Won't catch me tripping on a bitch unless she's on the floor) Won't catch me tripping on a bitch unless she's on the floor Won't catch me bagging up this bud unless I bagged a brick of raw Been on so many tours That was all before tour 4 pipes on the whip this ain't no regular exhaust Do suttn for me Tell my young boy go and drop suttn for me Don't come back unless the ting got a body Got the call of duty now he's waiting in the lobby And I trap like it's a hobby So turnt up I don't even need to show my face Took the metal round the ends like a parade For a cup And I only sip red or purp from my cup Made all this money It don't feel like it's enough Flying birds like they're some doves Pushing came to shove I invested in some guns And 150 in some runtz Don't compare me to these punks, nah We ain't the same This shit's built from pain This shit's built from losses And I charged them to the game If I fell out with my bruddas take his secrets to the grave I'm fully paid Watch is plain Got no face I got my name I got no prison time It can change any minute Got my runner at my house updates every minute Used to fuck this one hoe we ain't fucked in a minute If I ever need the uh it'll be there in a minute Come walk with me Yo, this Day Date 40 cost 43 I pattern up accordingly Yo, I can show you how to level up I can show you how to pebble grub And turn them bricks into mortgages We ain't the same You ain't like me, no I got lifers on my phone That wanna know about the life on road I push the 'rari with the top down I take my top off and get my foot down Get rich and never look down I'm that brudda (Slim) You let's turn the phones on and have a mad summer Cause '012 I was a crack runner I put the mandem on the phone And introduced them to some mad numbers I put in work to get the trap jumping Ay yo, I built this from the bottom I stayed on that sofa just shotting Who's selling? We copping, yeah I got bruddas that I love but can't work with Bruddas that were on but got birded It's Slim We ain't the same This shit's built from pain This shit's built from losses And I charged them to the game If I fell out with my bruddas take his secrets to the grave I'm fully paid Watch is plain Got no face I got my name I got no prison time It can change any minute Got my runner at my house updates every minute Used to fuck this one hoe we ain't fucked in a minute If I ever need the uh it'll be there in a minute I'll have it there in a second Moving Mel Gibson with a lethal weapon I was outside giving testers You ain't took losses Had to hit the stove and overstretch it Told the fiends it'll be good on the next one You get it? I know the pain, I know the graft Fully paid and full of heart 8 years, I done the half I know the game, it's just a part I tell 'em, do something for me And don't come back Until you * something for me Don't compare me to these guys
Writer(s): Chucks, Fumes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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