Azizi Gibson - Slave Ship lyrics

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Feat. Waka Flocka

(Pre Hook)

Fuck a white bitch, dinner, real, that’s my slave ship

Roll on so clean, new bang, we gonna bang this up

For the crump, you don’t know, you a slave ship

In the club, boy, we are on the same shit

(Hook)

All my niggas gonna ride, aah, ah

All my niggas get high, all my niggas gonna ride

You don’t know, you ain’t a main bitch

(Verse)

Now, that won’t make no sense, that won’t make no sense

Cuz if you don’t pay the rent then they don’t pay the rent

And I’m not on defense, I’m just really shit

Boy, I got mouth to feed

I don’t chase these tricks

I’m not like you, I’m always on those other fucking crime

So my own guns up, fuckers capters know I’m fine

We’ll be all in the cut, try to hustle for some diams

Soft and new, give a fuck, I’mma trick til I die

Now sing a song for me, a song for me

While we get that on the getter beat, the getter beat

Haters beat like, no they cannot be, they cannot be

All that boy gets all his energy

Bitch please, don’t be try to run my D.

In the real, that’s my spaceship

Go run and hit it, new plan, we gonna bang bitch

So for the team, you don’t know you a laim bitch

Boy in the club, boy we ain’t on the same shit

(Hook)

(Verse)

That don’t make no sense x 2

Boy, you need to take the vision, you need to take the vision

Cuz bitch on the road and you ‘bout to break a shit

Cuz ballin’ they just ball ain’t jus score, we’ll take the reset here

We never give enough of ballin’

We gotta live it up the shit

We won’t never get enough,

That’s just niggas bro, always aimin’ for

Swear they be framing us, degrading us, lame as fuck

I don't even wanna say this much, spark your J

Gaze with us, gang with us, hang with us, slang with us

Before the government gets ride of us

(Pre Hook) + (Hook)

(Verse)

I just pop a malley, codeine in my palley

Double part of rose, jump up in the Rarey

They call me wide flicker, offer claim clouded

Shutters all around me, made your place surround me

I don’t wanna know who snitch here, I could give the fuckin’ real

I just wanna count money, smoke weed in my car

Swing on my show, white girls all around me

Moisture, moisture, moisture God damn they might ground me

(Pre Hook) + (Hook)