Slim Thug - Trash Lyrics
(*gun shots*)(*talking*)***** Northstar, you old ***** ass, midget ass niggaGet off my mother*****ing dick, ***** Big BallinYou old bootlegging, old weak ass, trash ass, hoe ass niggas[Hook](y'all) you niggas fell off (niggas)My niggas run the North (are)You can't ***** with the Boss(trash) here come another loss[Slim Thug]Brace yourself, for the main event from the BossEvery hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed outAnother loss on they record, them broke niggas insaneY'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gangTalking down on my name, so I'm punishing foolsI understand why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to loseI got a lot to lose but ***** it, I won't lose my respectThe more I start getting checks, the more they start having plexThey do this shit to sell records, everybody telling meThey might get a lil money, but not more than meLike Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain't no 60-40 dealI'm getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it stillThat mean these niggas still broke, Street Fame still won't get soldThey the definition of weak, not the definition of thoedAnd to that other big *****, by the name of Big PicHe certified garbage, you can't ***** with me trick(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these haters retireGet a job at Mcdonalds, dick suckers for hireBoss Hogg and PIE, we running these streetsGot beef, my heat'll have you run in the streetsCalling police saying laws, come get them OutlawsThey left me in the desert, in nothing but my draws***** we raw, whether you believe it or notCome in my face with that plex, and you won't leave back out[Hook](*talking*)Old ***** ass nigga, you gon have to graduateA couple of mo' classes to ***** with me, ha[Hook][Slim Thug]Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this songThe same nigga who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you onWhat happened to I made them niggas, and they stole from meYou never was acting, nigga you is funnyI peeped your gay ways, way back in the daysHiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on stageAll your fans was like man, this lil nigga a *****When he can't get his way, he quick to pitch a fitI'ma do this I'ma do that, well what's stopping you YoI saw you and Young Cappo, at the corner sto'On you niggas corner, while I was talking to 50/50If you wanted me so bad, why the ***** you ain't get meY'all look dead in my face, saw me in broad dayWhen I got behind you niggas car, you went the other wayTalking bout you gon hurt me, what your hurter brokeLast time I saw Big Pic, that ***** spokeAnd North lying, trying to blame everything on chop***** I know you bootlegging, let the lies stopYou don't sell enough c.d.'s, to buy you a carHelp Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a NorthstarYou hollin' bring it to the ring, like you can knock me outWhile you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in your mouthMidget ass nigga, comb your nappy ass hairYou shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwearDon't make me tie your dirty ass up, and give you a bathYou looking like a lil dope fiend, out on the AveTalking bout I'm trying to plea barging, with your O.GBullshit *****, your O.G. is meCall me O.G. Slim Thug, ***** ass niggaI might be young, but ***** I'm a rich ass niggaAnd I'ma keep dogging your hoe ass, till you apologizeAnd squash all this shit, like the rest of you guys, hoe
