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Fetty Wap - Slide [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fetty Wap
Fetty Wap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willie Maxwell II
Willie Maxwell II
Songwriter
Cesar Cezbeats Arias
Cesar Cezbeats Arias
Songwriter
Edward Joshua Timmons
Edward Joshua Timmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie "Shy Boogs" Timmons
Eddie "Shy Boogs" Timmons
Producer
Cesar Cezbeats Arias
Cesar Cezbeats Arias
Producer

Lyrics

Mm, ayy Real good B with a freak inside, wanna give it all up to me, yeah Say we movin' fast, let me light you a dro, baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide, mob get you gone in a week, yeah Make a nigga hate, get him extra fire, leave a nigga dead in the street How much you paid for that shit, too classic, birds not 50 AP, mm Get cold if you lookin' for the licks outside, all my killers they ridin' 'bout me, ooh Now you start to sound like the feds, pussy ass nigga how you know what I need? I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me, yeah, yeah I can see death, it be callin' (callin', babe), 23 in the clip like I'm Jordan (Jordan) Other six with the bodies, I'm sorry, I don't fuck with new niggas, don't call me I got veterans shooters with aim, head off his body, hollow his chains I know bitches who trap in the rain, harder niggas and lit up they thing (ooh) Hit the pot in the kitchen, ooh, cookin' the crack, trappin' for real (yeah) Ain't no catchin' me slippin', ooh, I keep a strap, I'm bussin' for real (yeah) How you need all this money? Ooh, breakin' it down, I'm hustlin' for real (ooh) And they know where I'm from, I'm from the town, my dawgs still in the field (yeah) Real good B with a freak inside, wanna give it all up to me, yeah Say we movin' fast, let me light you a dro, baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide, mob get you gone in a week, yeah Make a nigga hate, get him extra fire, leave a nigga dead in the street How much you paid for that shit, too classic, birds not 50 AP, mm (50 AP) Get cold if you lookin' for the licks outside All my killers they ridin' 'bout me, ooh (all my killers they ridin' 'bout me) Now you start to sound like the feds, pussy ass nigga how you know what I need? (How you know what I need?) I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me (see death keep callin' on me), yeah, yeah Keep an extra gun, won't you let slide, death keep callin' on me (yeah) Keep an F&N, extra clip on me, with the Draco (yeah) Pussy ass nigga won't catch me slippin', ooh-ooh, catch me on E (catch me on E) Yeah, roll my weed (yeah), bands, you know what I mean, ooh Mmm, mm-mm, hmm Send a freaky girl on me And I might let you slide, rollin' the weed Yeah, baby
Writer(s): Willie Maxwell, Eddie Timmons, Cesar Arias Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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