Juan100 - Slam Dunkin Lyrics

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Slam Dunkin

Slam Dunkin Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Slam Dunkin By Juan100?
In the trap
Slam dunking like Julius Pack going slam Like Erving Sipping while I'm whipping So I'm swerving Steady clientele Making sales Still serving Pockets fat it look like Aretha Franklin hidin' in them Sliding through in something So rude please excuse me My wrist just farted nigga Stay shittin' got them racks Lined up five of them Like a scrimmage Trying to get to ten bands Then I need fifty Once I get it I'm a flip it Bubble up like fifty. I just met Pablo My niggas painting shit Like Picasso Unless you got gas For the dirt low Breaking down a pound Never bag it up Serve it nine a Q Re up then i weigh it up Do the shit again 'Til I'm stacking times ten No love in the streets No buddies no friends In the trap Slam dunking like Julius Pack going slam Like Erving Sipping while I'm whipping So I'm swerving Steady clientele Making sales Still serving Pockets fat it look like Aretha Franklin hidin' in them Sliding through in something So rude please excuse me My wrist just farted nigga Stay shittin' got them racks Lined up five of them Like a scrimmage Niggas broke we could Never be cool Your bitch saying You possessive but You never had a band In yo possession I'm possessed money Get all my attention and Affection try to play me Nigga you going need Insurance and protection Bombs away I'm war ready If its beef then bombs away Hit his family that's what Happen when them bullets Ricochet still gunning you My target I won't rest until You sleep in a hearse Put wholes in his shirt Knock his dick in the dirt Some gasoline and a Bic is All I need to clean the scene Torch the evidence Book smart nigga with Street intelligence More clever then most of These niggas cause They irrelevant you owe me So I'm making my rounds Yeah I'm collecting it I'm not just another rapper At Nuu era I'm the president Not settling for Andrews My nigga I want them Benjamin's No duplicates no copies of him Can't find a replicate Top notch shit top shelf You can't discredit this In the trap Slam dunking like Julius Pack going slam Like Erving Sipping while I'm whipping So I'm swerving Steady clientele Making sales Still serving Pockets fat it look like Aretha Franklin hidin' in them Sliding through in something So rude please excuse me My wrist just farted nigga Stay shittin' got them racks Lined up five of them Like a scrimmage |
Who Wrote Slam Dunkin By Juan100?
Juan Boyd
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