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- Free Murda - Shorts and Slippers Lyrics
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- [Chorus: Free Murda]
- Shorts with the slippers on, white tee, fitted on
- Shorts with the slippers on, white tee, fitted on
- Shorts with the slippers on, white tee, fitted on
- White tee, fitted on, shorts with the slippers on
- [Free Murda]
- Low shorts, slippers on my feet, gold diggers wanna creep
- Nah, this nigga don't wanna be
- One head in the Chevy, man, I don't want your teeth
- Next week I'm vegetarian, I don't wanna 'meat'
- Cuban on my neck, Jesus is the piece
- Keep it moving, all that tech'll leave you resting in peace
- Rest in peace to the homey Jeff Row
- Mess with Free then that forty will blow
- Nigga already know, that I'm, the same ol' pimp
- Free, ain't nothing changed but my chips
- That's me, still getting brain from your chick
- Not just these dames, cuz these lames on my dick
- Me, Free Murda, shorts with the slippers on
- White tee, fitted on, Fort Greene, get it on
- Me, Free Murda, shorts with the slippers on
- White tee, fitted on, Fort Greene, get it on
- [Chorus 2X]
- [Free Murda]
- Dark is on my face, sparking up the haze
- Chalking up the space, once I departed from my waist
- Hand in my pocket, blonging off your braids
- Better tuck and roll like Blanca on the game
- Keep fronting, I'mma bang, lay a hand on this chain
- That nigga ain't crazy, Gnarls Barkley ain't your name
- Your know how that purp do, I'm around like a circle
- Have me higher than the pants, that's on Urkel
- Plad shorts sagging, down to my slippers
- Bad whores bragging, how they unzipped the zipper
- She want me to whip her, and pull her g-string
- I love T-Pain, make kid fall in love with a stripper
- Sip bub in that liquor, until I feel saucey
- Hand on my forty, damn if it cost me
- What bail, nigga? Say, fuck jail, nigga
- Ain't doing time, I tell 'em, go to hell, nigga
- [Chorus 2X]
- [Free Murda]
- Look gangsta in my fitted cap, desert in my white tee
- Take and wont give it back, deaded or you might see
- Yourself out your slippers, take the soul from your body
- No help out to get ya, when I unload from that shotty
- Shorts, slippers, white tee, boss nigga, like me
- Get it popping in the hood, don't force a nigga like me
- Cuz he'll let one go, nigga, just to show ya team
- Ain't Young Dro, but that four'll make my shoulder lean
- Bagging up dirt, they don't even dig a smell
- Bagging up purp, you can weigh it on the Ricter Scale
- Force, let that chicken hail, cuz I let that chicken swell
- That be money, niggas funny cuz they missing sales
- My nig, what you grinning for, ain't no faggots here
- Diggin' up in them shorts, pockets all rabbit ears
- Think you leaving lavish here, like Yung Joc, call that dope boy magic there
- Dope boy, magic here...
- [Chorus 2X]
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