Slim Dollars - Harlem Envy lyrics

rate me

Drive, the shit come easy, I don’t even try

I just separate from the fakes 2 face

Wanna smell up in your face and tell a bunch of lies

Nigga fuck that bullshit, I’m on cool shit

I know niggas who always keep full clips

Keep that tool equipped for you shitheads

No chlorine cleaning mine like some poor shit

Don’t believe, take a visit to my town

I know og’s that hold the block down

Not been around, seen it all

My niggas records ain’t clean at all

Never told a lie, I mean it all

Nigga pass the mo and I’ll drink it all

I don’t give a fuck what you think at all

These gold digging hoes get no cream at all

My team is strong, home team, right and clean

Right by my side

That pretty young thing be moaning

She a bad bitch, who would ride or die

No eve, but she pipped to G, now she fiending

You wanna creep to me, and she love the D

When I give it to her

But still slut you get to know fucking mula

Slick with the words, I’m the fucking ruler

Nigga cold with the flow, well we fucking cooler

Get on the stage, bet they fucking boo you

Fake niggas I can see right fucking through you

I done catch my breath, paras, …and pros keep fresh to death

We getting it and you getting nothing

That’s real shit, why y’all niggas fronting

Reporting live, from the motherfucking D side

No word, whatever, he’s right

Sipping henny…you know we be fine

This is motherfucking D side

Reporting live, from the motherfucking D side

No word, whatever, he’s right

Sipping henny…you know we be fine

This is motherfucking D side

Sipping that dough, get a smack dough

…wanna suck on my bobo…let his brain go

In the rango, doers can go…disappear

If you talking that shit, spit it motherfucking clear

Till you motherfucking hear,

Hammer in my pants, I’m too legit to quit

Moving that clear, to your crib…

I don’t give a fuck if …to your head

Home improvement, this nigga got fixed

Home improvement, this nigga got fixed

Home improvement, this nigga got fixed

Home improvement, this nigga got fixed

Slim Dollars, smoke some bitch, light up, uh,

As you catch them without thongs, pick it up like stripper money

Slim Dollar you have swag licking bunnies

I’m in the grotto, trippy is the model

Popping few purps bitches sipping on my bottle

I’m not the role model not the nigga you should follow

I hope they get the point like the tip on a hollow

Murk Jacob’s in the flesh, baby blow me like a raft

I don’t need support like a pair fucking breasts

Trap like a broad, put your animals to rest

Vetenerium, yes we a scarry em

My weed rare niggas go and check the heads on them

Y’all acting like bitches

I swear I got bitches

That get more bitches than you bitches

You riding treal ways while these niggas going fishing

Give them the hook, these niggas know that I’ma finish

I Give them the hook, these niggas know that I’ma finish

S D got the city on the map, got em running on the track

Like subway, rap got love for the trap

Even know I’m in the rap like fat lady’s back

I’m familiar with the crack

Where they at, I tell you where they been

If you ain’t been around blowing by you like the wind

Chicago with the breeze, I’m chilli without the cheese

And even if santa working, I spit 100 degrees.