Hit my line come get me
Now she throwin ass like she playin frisbee
I ain't runnin from the city but ain't f*ckin wit the envy
I treat that bitch good and whoever rockin wit me
I wish his ass would, have my dawg go and sick em
Monday night juug now I'm up a couple 50s
Momma, think I'm good I ain't gotta pinch a penny
It's rollers in the hood rulebend til they get me
Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out hate duckin
From the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce had to
Up his game to get focused or find another route
I was Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out
Hate duckin from the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce
Had to up his game to get focused or find another route
Born wit a chip on my shoulder, and it's not a Pringle
I ain't know my way around Brooklyn, we was buyin nickles
Think it might time to go in
Boy I love stencils
Going toe to toe at Bud Carson I think I love middle
I ain't got the time for no secrets, but I love riddles
Leave that boy up for discussion 'cause I don't love niggas
Code name kids next door I'm number one nigga
I don't know even stress about rappin it's just for fun nigga
City boy Slicc never subtle I'm having fun wit em finna
Run straight through they huddle wit my day one niggas
Plannin how to step on his uncle I got no love wit em
Oops I mean step on his uncle I got no love for em
He say that he wanna come get me I ain't gon run from em
Cuttin me off like mid sentence gon make blood boil
Boy you only like mid vicious I ain't gon run wit you
Only f*ckin wit mid bitches I'm like wassup wit you
Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out hate
Duckin from the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce
Had to up his game to get focused or find another route
I was Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out
Hate duckin from the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce
Had to up his game to get focused or find another route
Wigsplitter Slicc - Another Route Lyrics
Wigsplitter Slicc - Another Route Lyrics
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Hit my line come get me
Now she throwin ass like she playin frisbee
I ain't runnin from the city but ain't f*ckin wit the envy
I treat that bitch good and whoever rockin wit me
I wish his ass would, have my dawg go and sick em
Monday night juug now I'm up a couple 50s
Momma, think I'm good I ain't gotta pinch a penny
It's rollers in the hood rulebend til they get me
Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out hate duckin
From the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce had to
Up his game to get focused or find another route
I was Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out
Hate duckin from the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce
Had to up his game to get focused or find another route
Born wit a chip on my shoulder, and it's not a Pringle
I ain't know my way around Brooklyn, we was buyin nickles
Think it might time to go in
Boy I love stencils
Going toe to toe at Bud Carson I think I love middle
I ain't got the time for no secrets, but I love riddles
Leave that boy up for discussion 'cause I don't love niggas
Code name kids next door I'm number one nigga
I don't know even stress about rappin it's just for fun nigga
City boy Slicc never subtle I'm having fun wit em finna
Run straight through they huddle wit my day one niggas
Plannin how to step on his uncle I got no love wit em
Oops I mean step on his uncle I got no love for em
He say that he wanna come get me I ain't gon run from em
Cuttin me off like mid sentence gon make blood boil
Boy you only like mid vicious I ain't gon run wit you
Only f*ckin wit mid bitches I'm like wassup wit you
Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out hate
Duckin from the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce
Had to up his game to get focused or find another route
I was Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out
Hate duckin from the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce
Had to up his game to get focused or find another route
Now she throwin ass like she playin frisbee
I ain't runnin from the city but ain't f*ckin wit the envy
I treat that bitch good and whoever rockin wit me
I wish his ass would, have my dawg go and sick em
Monday night juug now I'm up a couple 50s
Momma, think I'm good I ain't gotta pinch a penny
It's rollers in the hood rulebend til they get me
Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out hate duckin
From the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce had to
Up his game to get focused or find another route
I was Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out
Hate duckin from the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce
Had to up his game to get focused or find another route
Born wit a chip on my shoulder, and it's not a Pringle
I ain't know my way around Brooklyn, we was buyin nickles
Think it might time to go in
Boy I love stencils
Going toe to toe at Bud Carson I think I love middle
I ain't got the time for no secrets, but I love riddles
Leave that boy up for discussion 'cause I don't love niggas
Code name kids next door I'm number one nigga
I don't know even stress about rappin it's just for fun nigga
City boy Slicc never subtle I'm having fun wit em finna
Run straight through they huddle wit my day one niggas
Plannin how to step on his uncle I got no love wit em
Oops I mean step on his uncle I got no love for em
He say that he wanna come get me I ain't gon run from em
Cuttin me off like mid sentence gon make blood boil
Boy you only like mid vicious I ain't gon run wit you
Only f*ckin wit mid bitches I'm like wassup wit you
Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out hate
Duckin from the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce
Had to up his game to get focused or find another route
I was Born wit a chip on my shoulder I love hangin out
Hate duckin from the rollers ain't sober I stay blowin loud
He couldn't wait til it toasted we blowin by the ounce
Had to up his game to get focused or find another route
Writer: Wigsplitter Slicc
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid