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Open Slot Lyrics
[Intro: BlueBucksClan DJ]
What you say?
You know what's best, I'm gonna do everything, I promise to me
[Verse: Jeeezy & BlueBucksClan DJ]
Room for one more bitch, I got an open slot (Slot)
Double cup, and naw, this shit ain't from no coffee shop (Yeah, yeah)
Fifty on me, could've opened up a mom and pops (Fifty-ball)
Ten whips, driveway look like a roundabout (Roundabout)
May-B-A-C-H, nigga, sound it out (Nigga, sound it out)
I'm with a cold homebody, I don't know how she out (How she out)
Hatin' niggas ask them bitches if we talkin' now (If we talkin' now)
Niggas in they breakroom, ain't even off the clock (They ain't even off yet)
Got the West in a full nelson, niggas tappin' out (Tappin' out)
She just showed me you keep textin', why you cuss her out? (Why you cuss hеr out?)
I get hoes and I just fuck 'em, nеver ask 'em out (Never ask 'em)
In the club, I'm tired of throwin' it, I just pass it out (I just give it)
I ain't never paid for pussy, bitches cashed me out (Never have)
Pockets swole, look like Tookie, this a large amount (Tookie Williams)
Big crib, got bitches cookin', help around the house (Yeah, they helpin')
Fuckin' on his ho for years, he just found it out (For years)
I got hundreds piled the fuck up, I'm not foldin' it (I'm not foldin' it)
Dribble out the motherfuckin' clock, this shit over with (This shit over with)
Niggas out here sippin' fake Wock', bro, who sold you this? (What the fuck is this?)
I keep dunkin' on these niggas like I lowered it (Like I lowered it)
You allowed to get her back now, I got bored with her (I got bored)
So many motherfuckin' chicks, let's start a tournament (Start a tournament)
Big leaf, it's full of grams, I keep burnin' it (I keep lightin' it)
Get high as Uncle Elroy, it ain't no gravity (Ain't no gravity)
Couple rap niggas' bitches wanna take a stab at me (Take a stab)
Thousand-dollar shirt, it's stretched out, these bitches grabbin' me (Hoes grabbin' me)
I forgot my card, damn, all I got is forty cash on me (Damn)
Trunk in the hood, I can't jump no nigga battery (I can't do it)
I forgot my drink, turn around, the driver mad at me (Turn around)
Diamonds on me clown dancin', come battle (Yeah, come battle)
Nigga blowin' up her phone, textin', "Answer me" (Textin', "Answer")
When I ain't have a dollar 'round, what you had for me? (What you had?)
I could come Prada'd down, niggas still gon' be mad at me (Still mad)
Went to school starvin', tickets in the line (Tickets in the line)
Now my whole fuckin' life changed, Ginuwine (Ginuwine)
'Member scrapin' chump change, in a bind
Now look at my wrists, Ice Age for the time
What you say?
You know what's best, I'm gonna do everything, I promise to me
[Verse: Jeeezy & BlueBucksClan DJ]
Room for one more bitch, I got an open slot (Slot)
Double cup, and naw, this shit ain't from no coffee shop (Yeah, yeah)
Fifty on me, could've opened up a mom and pops (Fifty-ball)
Ten whips, driveway look like a roundabout (Roundabout)
May-B-A-C-H, nigga, sound it out (Nigga, sound it out)
I'm with a cold homebody, I don't know how she out (How she out)
Hatin' niggas ask them bitches if we talkin' now (If we talkin' now)
Niggas in they breakroom, ain't even off the clock (They ain't even off yet)
Got the West in a full nelson, niggas tappin' out (Tappin' out)
She just showed me you keep textin', why you cuss her out? (Why you cuss hеr out?)
I get hoes and I just fuck 'em, nеver ask 'em out (Never ask 'em)
In the club, I'm tired of throwin' it, I just pass it out (I just give it)
I ain't never paid for pussy, bitches cashed me out (Never have)
Pockets swole, look like Tookie, this a large amount (Tookie Williams)
Big crib, got bitches cookin', help around the house (Yeah, they helpin')
Fuckin' on his ho for years, he just found it out (For years)
I got hundreds piled the fuck up, I'm not foldin' it (I'm not foldin' it)
Dribble out the motherfuckin' clock, this shit over with (This shit over with)
Niggas out here sippin' fake Wock', bro, who sold you this? (What the fuck is this?)
I keep dunkin' on these niggas like I lowered it (Like I lowered it)
You allowed to get her back now, I got bored with her (I got bored)
So many motherfuckin' chicks, let's start a tournament (Start a tournament)
Big leaf, it's full of grams, I keep burnin' it (I keep lightin' it)
Get high as Uncle Elroy, it ain't no gravity (Ain't no gravity)
Couple rap niggas' bitches wanna take a stab at me (Take a stab)
Thousand-dollar shirt, it's stretched out, these bitches grabbin' me (Hoes grabbin' me)
I forgot my card, damn, all I got is forty cash on me (Damn)
Trunk in the hood, I can't jump no nigga battery (I can't do it)
I forgot my drink, turn around, the driver mad at me (Turn around)
Diamonds on me clown dancin', come battle (Yeah, come battle)
Nigga blowin' up her phone, textin', "Answer me" (Textin', "Answer")
When I ain't have a dollar 'round, what you had for me? (What you had?)
I could come Prada'd down, niggas still gon' be mad at me (Still mad)
Went to school starvin', tickets in the line (Tickets in the line)
Now my whole fuckin' life changed, Ginuwine (Ginuwine)
'Member scrapin' chump change, in a bind
Now look at my wrists, Ice Age for the time
[Outro: Jay 305]
Hah (Stay doin' fly shit)
Biggest Out the West, hmm
BlueBucks, hmm, Hit-Boy (State champ)
Yeah, DJ, Jeeezy
Y'all niggas still think we wearin' Dickies and khakis and all that shit, nigga?
We Rick Owens down, nigga, hoppin' out a motherfuckin' Rolls truck (You bums)
Maybach trucks and all that (Bums)
Floor seats at the Laker game, I could've tripped LeBron and all that (Your baby daddy's a bum)
This shit real life, nigga
We made this shit look like it was overnight, nigga
And that bitch you wifed, nigga
We been ran through that (We know you)
I'ma show niggas how to do this fly shit, nigga
Y'all know who I am, Westside Jay 305
While y'all was hatin' on the West, we was workin', bitch
Hah (Stay doin' fly shit)
Biggest Out the West, hmm
BlueBucks, hmm, Hit-Boy (State champ)
Yeah, DJ, Jeeezy
Y'all niggas still think we wearin' Dickies and khakis and all that shit, nigga?
We Rick Owens down, nigga, hoppin' out a motherfuckin' Rolls truck (You bums)
Maybach trucks and all that (Bums)
Floor seats at the Laker game, I could've tripped LeBron and all that (Your baby daddy's a bum)
This shit real life, nigga
We made this shit look like it was overnight, nigga
And that bitch you wifed, nigga
We been ran through that (We know you)
I'ma show niggas how to do this fly shit, nigga
Y'all know who I am, Westside Jay 305
While y'all was hatin' on the West, we was workin', bitch
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- 1.Forever
- 2.Open Slot
- 3.World Tour
- 4.Safe Space
- 5.Scroll
- 6.Useless
- 8.Color Purple
- 10.Soul Taker
- 11.Standing Tall
- 12.Fantastic
- 14.Dog a Bitch
- 15.Momentum
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