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Rah Swish – Slide Show Lyrics

Slide Show By Rah Swish

Nine shots in the Ruger
(A Lau on the beat)

Ain’t shit they could do with me, I keep a Ruger with me loaded
And I got your boo with me, I make a move and she tote it
No rules in these streets, so I never move with emotion
Don’t get it confused, they need the views so they trollin’
If I do the spin thing with the gang gang, we gon’ slide like a stroller
And no, it ain’t shit change, I go insane, lose my top like a soda
Shoot out your membranes ’til the clip bang, then it drop out, reload it
Two-door foreign whip with a foreign bitch and she come from Novia Scotia

I stay with my ace boon queen, Ten-Jack suited, we ain’t playin’ poker (Woo)
She gotta link, then woo east, gang gang right after I stroke her (Gang, gang)
You better sit back, I think fast, big fact, Gelato pack potent
Plot came gift wrapped, I ordered that, no quarterback, bitch, we throwin’ (Bow)
Offers enough, I got dual repairs
Take over the spot, don’t care who in there (Nope)
I slide in and out of the pussy (Wait)
Like I’m playin’ around on computer chairs (Haha)
I need you to be true like that Buddha man (Yup)
Why you takin’ pictures? I don’t do the Gram (Nope)
Nick Cannon, Doctor Lee
Bitch, you drummin’, I could show what to do with bands (Brrt, bah)
My heart cold, no feeling (Nope)
Nine shots roll, more in ’em (Bow)
Play with me, go get ’em (Woo)
Black McLaren, no ceiling (Skrrt)
They can’t get the sauce, no sharing (Nah)
Chopper divorce both parents (Split)
We cannot give no chances (Nah)
I got your bitch slow dancing (Shake it, baby)

Ain’t shit they could do with me, I keep a Ruger with me loaded
And I got your boo with me, I make a move and she tote it
No rules in these streets, so I never move with emotion
Don’t get it confused, they need the views so they trollin’
If I do the spin thing with the gang gang, we gon’ slide like a stroller
And no, it ain’t shit change, I go insane, lose my top like a soda
Shoot out your membranes ’til the clip bang, then it drop out, reload it
Two-door foreign whip with a foreign bitch and she come from Novia Scotia

Bodies droppin’, I’ma pop ’em if I spot ’em, bruh (Bow)
I think I shot him, hope I got him in his noggin (Oh my God)
Bodies droppin’, I’ma pop ’em if I spot ’em, bruh (Bow)
I think I shot him, hope I got him in his noggin, look (Oh my God)
Bling, blaow (Woo)
I keep my shooters on speed dial (Brrt)
She do ’em, tappin’ out each round (Wait)
They drivin’ past with the seat down (What?)
These niggas pussy, they frightened
We in the field like a viking (Yah)
Stay in your lane like you bikin’ (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Hold on, what the fuck that nigga say? (Pussy)

Ain’t shit they could do with me, I keep a Ruger with me loaded
And I got your boo with me, I make a move and she tote it
No rules in these streets, so I never move with emotion
Don’t get it confused, they need the views so they trollin’
If I do the spin thing with the gang gang, we gon’ slide like a stroller
And no, it ain’t shit change, I go insane, lose my top like a soda
Shoot out your membranes ’til the clip bang, then it drop out, reload it
Two-door foreign whip with a foreign bitch and she come from Novia Scotia