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SLOWED DIMENSION

by LXST CXNTURY

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Now it's the pimp nigga Breakin' on a bitch nigga Drinking on some crown, clown Watch me whip a dirty ho down I was raised to dock 'em all Stack 'em up, tack 'em up Push 'em to the wall, dawg Fill they mouth up full of nut Now it's the pimp nigga Breakin' on a bitch nigga Drinking on some crown, clown Watch me whip a dirty ho down I was raised to dock 'em all Stack 'em up, tack 'em up Push 'em to the wall, dawg Fill they mouth up full of nut Fuck 'em in the bunk bed or the fucking toilet bowl It really don't matter to me 'cause she a G, will make your pockets roll Now I gotta dump that ho, but she wanna stick me With a fuckin' knife, bitch, I'm strapped with an Uzi Bitches are dumb, and a motherfucker steppin' up to me with that shit No, I never play, ain't buy no bitch Groupies on my fucking dick, with seven niggas, make me sick Once I get my answers Some busters couldn't even stand a player Just because I'm on another level I don't need to hear "Long as a nigga got some bitches by his side" It's all a nigga need, and a clean ass ride See, if they one for the bitches on the motherfucking track A playa will be stackin', that's why a ride clean, bitch Breakin' on a bitch nigga Drinking on some crown, clown Watch me whip a dirty ho down I was raised a pimp nigga Breakin' on a bitch nigga Drinking on some crown, clown Watch me whip a dirty ho down I was raised a pimp nigga Breakin' on a bitch nigga Drinking on some crown, clown Watch me whip a dirty ho down I was raised a pimp nigga Breakin' on a bitch nigga Drinking on some crown, clown Watch me whip a dirty ho down I was raised a pimp nigga Breakin' on a bitch nigga Drinking on some pimp nigga Breakin' on a crown, clown Watch me raised a pimp nigga Breakin' on a bitch nigga Drinking on some crown, clown Watch me whip a dirty ho down I was raised a
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[Intro] Know that you ain't runnin (LXST CXNTURY) The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up Knock you on your ass when I blast I don't give a fuck [Verse] The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up Knock you on your ass when I blast I don't give a fuck The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up Knock you on your ass when I blast I don't give a fuck [Pre-Chorus] Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin [Chorus] All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin Know that you ain't runnin, know that you ain't runnin [Outro] The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up Knock you on your ass when I blast I don't give a fuck
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[[Chorus] Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks In the block, get it off, dump your body in the ditch Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks In the block, get it off, dump your body in the ditch Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks In the block, get it off, dump your body in the ditch [Verse] Unsolved mystery-they wondering who the hell killed Ted Cuz' Ted was an innocent citizen and Ted wound up Dead Murder in the projects and the suspects have no clue Now Ted family can't know-because they know this not the truth? They constantly goin' to court im tired of hearin' his family cry Ain't nothin sadder than hearin Ted Momma screamin Why It's Ted, Our first son, Age Twenty-One Had to be A target rage of someone's gun Our family raised with out of there?? Our burial funeral was so sad Our brother with plenty of knowledge and edumacation and skills were put in the past 3 days later and another human wound up dead In the same projects and the same shit was said Everybody suspicious wonderin who the fuk it iz [Chorus] Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks In the block, get it off, dump your body in the ditch Bumping on some billy hood times if chiefin' gotta get my hat Scoping out some bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by Kill the dope like, wish you were safe, mane I gotta kill you tricks In the block, get it off, dump your body in the ditch]
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[Intro] LXST CXNTURY [Pre Verse] Sportin' fresh, guess you got the ''knocker' in the head'' figure Say you want my number, you just another gold digger Collectin' from yo' bitch, or your "slut," if you got the nerve Niggas charging hoes, deem them worn, sit em' down to serve [Verse] I see you ridin' clean, burnin' rubber in this Chevy thang Rollin' down Broadway, dicks out the ass, mane Hoes on yo' nuts ain't getting paid, see your Bullshit A nigga dyin', bitches step aside cause' plenty imma' get Say you wanna fuck a hoe, can you fuck a greedy girl? Plead them for your money, it ain't funny, make you lick my errl Silly suck' aside, bustas' known that be my first hit Rubbers for your dick' any color you can take yo' pick Sportin' fresh, guess you got the ''knock er' in the head'' figure Say you want my number, you just another gold digger Collectin' from yo' bitch, or your "slut," if you got the nerve Niggas charging hoes, deem them worn, sit em' down to serve Niggas with the clout, ain't no doubt, you can leave me out Cause' them numbers to your bank account is what I be about Bearin' Heist, smellin' good, boutta' make me fall in love Sidekick in the phase, from that cheeze is what i'm thinkin' of
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C is for the click [?] we are low, 'til you make us [?] We even got the school boy, punking down security guards R is for the round 15, got the [?] We shoot you with a hollow [?] anna at yo head E is for the indo when we smoke, just to keep us high [?] we just smoking 9 on 5 C is for the click [?] we are low, 'til you make us [?] We even got the school boy, punking down security guards R is for the round 15, got the [?] We shoot you with a hollow [?] anna at yo head E is for the [?] them bustas, we be fined up Can't [?] on yo ass and bitch, we don't give a fuck E is for the indo when we smoke, just to keep us high [?] we just smoking 9 on 5 C is for the click [?] we are low, 'til you make us [?] We even got the school boy, punking down security guards R is for the round 15, got the [?] We shoot you with a hollow [?] anna at yo head E is for the [?] them bustas, we be fined up Can't [?] on yo ass and bitch, we don't give a fuck
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[Intro] Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules LAST CENTURY [Chorus] M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no [Verse] Bitch, why you digging me D-O-G, it’s Key, Lo Key Dawg, walk a hooker when you take her to a corner, see Twelve o’clock, late at night, pimps, want they money hoe Presidents, calling my name, gotta go, gotta go Open the do’, there she go, pulling out my superducts Give her dirty dollars, ain’t no G, I don’t give a fuck Mane, look, hell yeah, that’s the way its gotta be Stop and get some Champ’, then I pimp, playa constantly Running to the track, for my stack, I’m a money Mack Taking care of bus-i-ness, twenty dollars that we get Gotta make another stop, dirty slut, got my rock Floating down Parkway, spot that bitch and hit the block Pimp tight, hoe tight, where my money, beat her man Put it in the buttcrack, stitches in her damn hand Sweating necks, don’t you flex, Lo Key a man dawg Holler at your bitch, bullshit it’s a Hoe Call [Chorus] Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool Thunder, sound boom, when you slip and break the damn rules Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool Really though, M-O-N-E-Y don’t mean no, damn fool
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[Intro] LXST CXNTURY [Pre-Verse] I'm ready to make 'em drop with the cocked G-L-O-C-K Busta's under the wings On my thoughts, I face 'em every day No fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill [Verse] I'm ready to make 'em drop with the cocked G-L-O-C-K Busta's under the wings On my thoughts, I face 'em every day No fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill Fresh up on my fears to provoke me to leave 'em dead Gangsta Gold, makin' em fold Victim of my bullet lead Tricks, who want my treats? From the Gold smoke up in their face Down fo' the smack in they back, bitch, it's a murder case Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up Tail 'em with my wagon on the run doin' a donut Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps Spinnin 'on my chamber its my anger, settin' mouse traps Take it to the police nigga if you scared, mane Floggin' with your pistol like a bitch and be a dead mane Stangin' like a walk if you cross some of this intellect Fuckin' up yo guts with the touch of this 9-Tec [Pre-Verse 2] Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up Tail 'em with my wagon on the run doin' a donut Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps Spinnin 'on my chamber its my anger, settin' mouse traps [Verse 2] Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up Tail 'em with my wagon on the run doin' a donut Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps Spinnin 'on my chamber its my anger, settin' mouse traps Take it to the police nigga if you scared, mane Floggin' with your pistol like a bitch and be a dead mane Stangin' like a walk if you cross some of this intellect Fuckin' up yo guts with the touch of this 9-Tec [Outro] Welcome to my game pimp Now you in da playas [?] [?] me yo clothes, with them hoes you [?] I'm realer than you think with the Glock that I maintain Clickin on you lemon lames My hollow points ain't got no name
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[Intro] Attention! You have moved into a universe that never existed LXST CXNTURY will accompany you Have a nice trip! LXST CXNTURY [Chorus] Murder, murder True gangster till I hurt her Bitch ass nigga with his nuts up Fucking with the 1 to the 8 to the 7 Specialize in the sigs 211, suicide A thousands in my bank make my nurse job So I go upstairs, to my closed kid to solve all off 1 to the 8 to the 7 Specialize in the sigs 211, suicide [Verse] I’m a shine like is the D of G, Pegade Pegnard Sigma thought at the versus with the еnergy, get it pick Prom gets Mеgan one of the pizzas bet I’m a shelter here, with its our that, its our that One day seven, 211 enemy this fuckin guy Get you to the brine Klaus bride’s cousin friends of mine Mr. Peck never like smacking lips when I’m serving hope Listen lady dope, I’m about the law, murder law, murder law, murder Here estranged from the dog Satella meets a guillotine Man terms out of term [?] [?] was sincere, enough sincere, in my big club Club up like a midnight waking up in a count 2 [Chorus] I’m a saddle back with the man isn’t me to get Coughing up some good, is the most Carving a bloody stuff, in his brain I’m a shine like is the D of G Club up like a midnight waking up in a count 2 I’m a saddle back with the man isn’t me to get Coughing up some good, is the most Carving a bloody stuff, in his brain I’m a shine like is the D of G Club up like a midnight waking up in a count 2
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[Intro] LXST CXNTURY Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the northside Killas from the northside Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the northside Killas from the northside [Verse] Killas from the northside, north memphis killa click Smokin' city Hollywood, killas 'bout to pop up, bitch Half [?] killa [?] up with the fucking Glock Project nigga talk [?] up, leave 'em bodies at the drop That you try to run and hide, 'cause you cannot get no higher Than them [?] fire, man you bitches gonna cry Cry to yo mama who you never gonna see again Sacrifice your life to hell 'cause you gon' meet my deadly friend In this life I [?] nigga talkin shit New chicago in this fuckin bitch [?] killa 'bout to pop a bitch [?] [Chorus] Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the northside Killas from the northside Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the Killas from the northside Killas from the northside
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released December 22, 2023

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