Lambo Sambo - Catch Me Slippin'

I can’t let em catch me slippin
I can't let em catch me slippin
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Out in Cali with the plug, talking numbers drinking mud
When i down this last 150, take my bitch to India
Show you sum shit you never seen, I'm a fool with them beans
My nigga cop em a K pack and pop em til he fall asleep
I'm Still staying focused, even tho I'm fully loaded
You can see it in my eyes if you play me Ima blow it
Y'all niggaz hustle slow, never seen a truck load
2005 My migo caught a case up on the road
Opened the back 2000 bows, Swear to God he never told
Did that lil time in the feds then he hopped right back on the road
Selling dope that's all he know, cashing out that's all I know,
Soon as they get the pack to me they going right back to reload
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Go sell you some dope or go break you a bitch, get you a job or go hit you a lick
One and a quarter you want you a 50, flip it a few times then go snatch a Bentley
Only a handful of niggaz gone get it, other niggaz watching from the sideline benches
You too small this here a game of inches, got ya bitch getting pedicured by the fishes
Back to the money, Too 100
Can't fuck witcha if you ain't getting money
Shawt on the paper, Favor for a favor
Before he did the murder he said assalamualaikum
Ain't posting no guns cause a nigga really shot em
Open cases still got them ppl just watching
My Young niggaz flockin, Don't make em run ya pockets
If you call ya self a plug then i must be the socket
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Catch me slippin, catch me slippin, I can't let em catch me slippin
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Never been the loud type, low key tinted when i ride
But that pack so fuckin strong that i can't even disguise
Blowing blunts fuckin bitches, just don't let em catch you slippin
I can't let em catch me slippin
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper
Bout my paper, bout my paper, young nigga stay bout his paper

Written by:
Samuel Cage

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