Slim Thug – Who Is That Lyrics

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These big boy diamonds we got on, nigga
This ain’t no shit you go buy in one day unless you hit the lottery, nigga
Or get drafted, ya dig?
Yeah
They come from years of ballin’, nigga
Years of gettin’ that motherfuckin’ money
Me and Thug been killin’ shit
North side shit, ya dig?
Valets and everything

This motherfuckin’ car drivin’ me to Palace Palace
And this ice around my neck, it look like some I’d rock Yeah
And my group is so exclusive, you need bigger pockets Pockets
And the way we shine, you can keep the paparazzi Hah
When we walk inside the bitch, they be like, "Who is that?" Who is that?
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" Who is that?
Soon as I walk up in that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" Who is that?
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" Who is that?

My diamonds so chunky, feel like ten pounds Heavy
Big pistol in my pocket, got a hundred rounds B-r-r-rah
Every car in my garage costs at least a hundred Ayy
Hundred bad bitches with me everywhere I’m comin’ Let’s go
Been about twenty years I been rockin’ Rollies Shinin’
If you think I’m stuntin’ now, you don’t know the old me Thugga
Had this chain ten years, shit still killin’ Thugga
Ten karat solitare, an incredible feelin’ Thugga
White tee and some chucks, still a walkin’ million Huh
All my tint rose, used to go to jail for stealin’ Boss life
When we pull up, them hoes be like, "Who’s that?" Who is that?
Big Bad Boston and big Thugga, the mack Ayy, huh

This motherfuckin’ car drivin’ me to Palace Palace
And this ice around my neck, it look like some I’d rock Yeah
And my group is so exclusive, you need bigger pockets Pockets
And the way we shine, you can keep the paparazzi Hah
When we walk inside the bitch, they be like, "Who is that?" Who is that?
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" Who is that?
Soon as I walk up in that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" Who is that?
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" Who is that?

This motherfuckin’ wrist, it cost me four bricks Ooh
Shit, it Boston, get money, nigga, no shit No shit
Greenspoint God, I’m a fuckin’ legend Boss
Made Ms in the trenches with nothin’ but felons Nothin’
Copped my first Lamb, nigga, when I was twenty-five Skrt
Back when you couldn’t cop a yam for less than twenty-five Less than twenty-five
In my city, everybody know I been a boss Swear
Me and Thugga snatch your bitch and take her to the north North
Big Bad Boston, love flexin’ and flossin’
Fuck up the club and leave, bust that pistol we’re totin’
Been gettin’ money, so it’s stacked up
Boss life, HDSG, that’s us, yeah

This motherfuckin’ car drivin’ me to Palace Palace
And this ice around my neck, it look like some I’d rock Yeah
And my group is so exclusive, you need bigger pockets Pockets
And the way we shine, you can keep the paparazzi Hah
When we walk inside the bitch, they be like, "Who is that?" Who is that?
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" Who is that?
Soon as I walk up in that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" Who is that?
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" Who is that?

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