Trash Lyrics - Slim Thug

(*gun shots*) 

(*talking*) 

F**k Northstar, you old bitch ass, midget ass nigga 

Get off my motherf**king dick, f**k Big Ballin 

You 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 f**k with the Boss 

(trash) here come another loss 

(Slim Thug) 

Brace yourself, for the main event from the Boss 

Every hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out 

Another loss on they record, them broke niggas insane 

Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang 

Talking down on my name, so I'm punishing fools 

I understand why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to lose 

I got a lot to lose but f**k it, I won't lose my respect 

The more I start getting checks, the more they start having plex 

They do this shit to sell records, everybody telling me 

They might get a lil money, but not more than me 

Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain't no 60-40 deal 

I'm getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still 

That mean these niggas still broke, Street Fame still won't get sold 

They the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed 

And to that other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic 

He certified garbage, you can't f**k with me trick 

(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these haters retire 

Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick suckers for hire 

Boss Hogg and PIE, we running these streets 

Got beef, my heat'll have you run in the streets 

Calling police saying laws, come get them Outlaws 

They left me in the desert, in nothing but my draws 

Bitch we raw, whether you believe it or not 

Come in my face with that plex, and you won't leave back out 

(Hook) 

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(*talking*) 

Old bitch ass nigga, you gon have to graduate 

A couple of mo' classes to f**k with me, ha 

(Hook) 

(Slim Thug) 

Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song 

The same nigga who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on 

What happened to I made them niggas, and they stole from me 

You never was acting, nigga you is funny 

I peeped your gay ways, way back in the days 

Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on stage 

All your fans was like man, this lil nigga a bitch 

When he can't get his way, he quick to pitch a fit 

I'ma do this I'ma do that, well what's stopping you Yo 

I saw you and Young Cappo, at the corner sto' 

On you niggas corner, while I was talking to 50/50 

If you wanted me so bad, why the f**k you ain't get me 

Y'all look dead in my face, saw me in broad day 

When I got behind you niggas car, you went the other way 

Talking bout you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke 

Last time I saw Big Pic, that bitch spoke 

And North lying, trying to blame everything on chop 

Bitch I know you bootlegging, let the lies stop 

You don't sell enough c.d.'s, to buy you a car 

Help Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar 

You hollin' bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out 

While you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth 

Midget ass nigga, comb your nappy ass hair 

You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear 

Don't make me tie your dirty ass up, and give you a bath 

You looking like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave 

Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, with your O.G 

Bullshit bitch, your O.G. is me 

Call me O.G. Slim Thug, bitch ass nigga 

I might be young, but bitch I'm a rich ass nigga 

And I'ma keep dogging your hoe ass, till you apologize 

And squash all this shit, like the rest of you guys, hoe 

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