Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slipped up
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slip
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slip
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slipped up
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slip
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slipped up
Yea you done, ok ok
Hop in that Lambo, I'm not playing games bro
Keep playin' with my top, I kill a nigga like Django
Stand down got to keep it ten toes
Kick it with three hoes like a field goal
No lean we sipping that red rum
No lean we sipping that red rum
Breaking that back invertebrate, she said "I need a break"
Hell no, ain't no f*ckin' break, she keep dripping like a lake
I swear she got that plunger on me, we keep them guns just for heat
His life straight up on E, because he don't pay for them trees
He don't play for them trees, oh you gone pay for you trees
And we keep chopping off these niggas, like they limbs when it's beef
Bro gone quit with all that posting, spray an opp just like Awesome
And the way that the gang have been shooting, bro f*ck around and he got him an offer
Sipping that Aquafina
Baby girl you got to quit dreaming 'cause you living in this nightmare
Check on her, she might just, go and have an affair
I wish she would, put that new man in some woods
Hold on I got to chill out (Woah) hold on I got to chill out
Ky said he got to chill out while he packing a drought
Sometimes I feel like I might make it out
OG's got gold teeth all up in their mouth
Mike Tyson in here ain't no dare tapping out
Bib bidi-Bob bidi-Boo I just messed with your chick now what you gonna do
She said she's just at home chillin' but she getting piped down by the whole crew
She said she got a new friend, and he make more money than her mans
But he ain't makin' more money than lil' Tunka or Ky, 'cause he still trapping off his Advance
Like what you don't understand, that girl cheating on her mans
Yea she cheating on her mans, he better have a backup plan
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip too hard pimp, you done slip too hard pimp
You done slip too pimp
I ain't slip too hard pimp (Yea)
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip too hard pimp, you done slip too hard pimp
You done slip too pimp
I ain't slip too hard pimp (Yea)
KY GORDON - SLIP (feat. Tunka) Lyrics
KY GORDON - SLIP (feat. Tunka) Lyrics
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Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slipped up
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slip
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slip
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slipped up
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slip
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slipped up
Yea you done, ok ok
Hop in that Lambo, I'm not playing games bro
Keep playin' with my top, I kill a nigga like Django
Stand down got to keep it ten toes
Kick it with three hoes like a field goal
No lean we sipping that red rum
No lean we sipping that red rum
Breaking that back invertebrate, she said "I need a break"
Hell no, ain't no f*ckin' break, she keep dripping like a lake
I swear she got that plunger on me, we keep them guns just for heat
His life straight up on E, because he don't pay for them trees
He don't play for them trees, oh you gone pay for you trees
And we keep chopping off these niggas, like they limbs when it's beef
Bro gone quit with all that posting, spray an opp just like Awesome
And the way that the gang have been shooting, bro f*ck around and he got him an offer
Sipping that Aquafina
Baby girl you got to quit dreaming 'cause you living in this nightmare
Check on her, she might just, go and have an affair
I wish she would, put that new man in some woods
Hold on I got to chill out (Woah) hold on I got to chill out
Ky said he got to chill out while he packing a drought
Sometimes I feel like I might make it out
OG's got gold teeth all up in their mouth
Mike Tyson in here ain't no dare tapping out
Bib bidi-Bob bidi-Boo I just messed with your chick now what you gonna do
She said she's just at home chillin' but she getting piped down by the whole crew
She said she got a new friend, and he make more money than her mans
But he ain't makin' more money than lil' Tunka or Ky, 'cause he still trapping off his Advance
Like what you don't understand, that girl cheating on her mans
Yea she cheating on her mans, he better have a backup plan
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip too hard pimp, you done slip too hard pimp
You done slip too pimp
I ain't slip too hard pimp (Yea)
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip too hard pimp, you done slip too hard pimp
You done slip too pimp
I ain't slip too hard pimp (Yea)
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slip
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slip
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slipped up
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slip
Yea you done slipped up, yea you done slipped up
Yea you done, ok ok
Hop in that Lambo, I'm not playing games bro
Keep playin' with my top, I kill a nigga like Django
Stand down got to keep it ten toes
Kick it with three hoes like a field goal
No lean we sipping that red rum
No lean we sipping that red rum
Breaking that back invertebrate, she said "I need a break"
Hell no, ain't no f*ckin' break, she keep dripping like a lake
I swear she got that plunger on me, we keep them guns just for heat
His life straight up on E, because he don't pay for them trees
He don't play for them trees, oh you gone pay for you trees
And we keep chopping off these niggas, like they limbs when it's beef
Bro gone quit with all that posting, spray an opp just like Awesome
And the way that the gang have been shooting, bro f*ck around and he got him an offer
Sipping that Aquafina
Baby girl you got to quit dreaming 'cause you living in this nightmare
Check on her, she might just, go and have an affair
I wish she would, put that new man in some woods
Hold on I got to chill out (Woah) hold on I got to chill out
Ky said he got to chill out while he packing a drought
Sometimes I feel like I might make it out
OG's got gold teeth all up in their mouth
Mike Tyson in here ain't no dare tapping out
Bib bidi-Bob bidi-Boo I just messed with your chick now what you gonna do
She said she's just at home chillin' but she getting piped down by the whole crew
She said she got a new friend, and he make more money than her mans
But he ain't makin' more money than lil' Tunka or Ky, 'cause he still trapping off his Advance
Like what you don't understand, that girl cheating on her mans
Yea she cheating on her mans, he better have a backup plan
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip too hard pimp, you done slip too hard pimp
You done slip too pimp
I ain't slip too hard pimp (Yea)
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip, oh you done slip
Oh you done slip too hard pimp, you done slip too hard pimp
You done slip too pimp
I ain't slip too hard pimp (Yea)
Writer: Dennis Gordon, TraQuayVon Vines
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid