Lyrics PINK SLIP - Keenan Trevon

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Ahh
Don't care 'bout nothing bitch I'm head hunting
My bread running up easy
Turn you to a dead subject
And that means I'm really really him on this
And that's complimentary of the gang on it
Sometimes I don't even gotta sang on it
I got LA hitting like Jermaine on it
Ohh
It's a whole lotta flowers in this bitch get to bloomin'
I got 14 grams on me for the smoke not no shooting
And I TSX my freeway and that bitch get to zoomin'
And you know I got that

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Pulled up and they ask me "why you park like that?"
She pulled out the gas but she don't spark like that
It's how you approach me, why you start like that?
I don't need nothing so please walk right back
And then my gas too expensive to be passing to you fuck niggas
No we don't trust niggas
My pinky up sippin' 1942
I tipped the bartender a dub, nigga
And then I jump back in my whip in which you know I got that

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