Slim Dunkin - Jockin' Slim lyrics
[Slim Dunkin - Jockin' Slim lyrics]
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
No, it's So Icey Slim and
The nigga Gucci Mane if I got a problem
Then I'm calling Flocka Flame
Got a quarter brick
Then I'm hitting up Juiceman
I'm twenty-one with the mind of an OG
Swagged up, make Rocko wanna do me
Pull up, got shawty in the dually truck
Sexing that's Gucci Mane car, so what
Bitch? I'm flexing
Dodge Mag with the trunk on Bruce Lee
I know the streets
You ain't gotta introduce me
Heard y'all niggas gangsta and you're
Bucking on the pistol
So Icey is the army, nigga
Buck on the missle
So Icey Twin Towers, yes, we dumping
Call him Flocka Robinson and I'm Slim Dunkin
Fab 5, we done made it
This a Mike WiLL beat and Slim done slayed it
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Your hoe jocking me, but I'm jocking the cash
Oprah Winfrey, I don't like her
But I'm jocking her stash
'09, I can't fake it
If a nigga give it to me
Then I'm gonna take it
Think I'm bluffing? Negro, please
Leave your eyes wired shut
You can die Chinese
I'll take my shirt off and
The hoes start screaming
I'll fire one shot and make
A nigga stop breathing
Full of jocking 'cause me
And my nigga stunting i'm in the club
Putting on and you ain't doing nothing
Textbook gangstas, y'all niggas is loose leaf
The hottest rapper in the South, my boy Gucci
So Icey Sundays, catch me at Club Gucci
I ain't gonna finish this song
Until they free Gucci, nigga
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
No, it's So Icey Slim and
The nigga Gucci Mane if I got a problem
Then I'm calling Flocka Flame
Got a quarter brick
Then I'm hitting up Juiceman
I'm twenty-one with the mind of an OG
Swagged up, make Rocko wanna do me
Pull up, got shawty in the dually truck
Sexing that's Gucci Mane car, so what
Bitch? I'm flexing
Dodge Mag with the trunk on Bruce Lee
I know the streets
You ain't gotta introduce me
Heard y'all niggas gangsta and you're
Bucking on the pistol
So Icey is the army, nigga
Buck on the missle
So Icey Twin Towers, yes, we dumping
Call him Flocka Robinson and I'm Slim Dunkin
Fab 5, we done made it
This a Mike WiLL beat and Slim done slayed it
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky, then
But at the same time
Young hoes be jocking Slim
Your hoe jocking me, but I'm jocking the cash
Oprah Winfrey, I don't like her
But I'm jocking her stash
'09, I can't fake it
If a nigga give it to me
Then I'm gonna take it
Think I'm bluffing? Negro, please
Leave your eyes wired shut
You can die Chinese
I'll take my shirt off and
The hoes start screaming
I'll fire one shot and make
A nigga stop breathing
Full of jocking 'cause me
And my nigga stunting i'm in the club
Putting on and you ain't doing nothing
Textbook gangstas, y'all niggas is loose leaf
The hottest rapper in the South, my boy Gucci
So Icey Sundays, catch me at Club Gucci
I ain't gonna finish this song
Until they free Gucci, nigga