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Rae Sremmurd – Mississippi Slide Lyrics

Rae Sremmurd Mississippi Slide Lyrics

Zaytoven
Slide, slide
Sremm 4, yeah (Slide, slide)
Yeah
Yo
Slide, slide

M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Drank off in the ride
Mississippi slide
They might spin a hundred times
Only thing welcomed ’round a n**** is nines and dimes
Pull off, David Banner
Bad bitch from Savannah
I got financial freedom, n****, we ain’t at the standard
Why you think the guards gotta keep a don cannon?
Shout out to my bitches that I fuck in Laurel Canyon

Classic shit only, I just put away the Bentley
Forty from another milli, you got mail, n****, send it
Another record deal with Sremmurd, n****, all I know is spend it
Up in Saks, swiping cards like I’m Russell Simmons
You should clean ya ice, it ain’t shining
Lately I been running through this money like a lineman
If she ain’t fucking she gotta say that in advance
Alexander McQueens, I ain’t rocking Vans
Rap shit, it’s on lock like a sentence
Racing to that check, photo finish
Ooh, he hoping out the bitch, I got it tinted
I’m cracking bad bitches to the crack of dawn
Two thousand on the feet, now, I’m stepping
I just paid da rent like Kevin
I ain’t going easy on the engine when I revved it
The paper gotta have some longevity

M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Drank off in the ride
Mississippi slide
They might spin a hundred times
Only thing welcomed ’round a n**** is nines and dimes
Pull off, David Banner
Bad bitch from Savannah
I got financial freedom, n****, we ain’t at the standard
Why you think the guards gotta keep a don cannon?
Shout out to my bitches that I fuck in Laurel Canyon

Top down in my SS, diamonds dancing like I’m Famous Amos
I got hits like Devin Haney, feel like Michael how I made it
I be jumping off the stage wit all my chains, they think I’m crazy
Fifteen hundred on some shoes I wore for one occasion
Racing to the money, coulda drove for Talladega
I know she a go, it ain’t no way I could save her
All my n***** got Wi-Fi, look like we stealing cable
When I mohead and pop my leg, it look like I’m disabled
How I’m stuntin’, I’m giving myself inspiration
Took a shit on all my haters, still got toilet paper
Got a seat at my own table, don’t need no favors
Ida Street, baby, smoke green by the acre

M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Drank off in the ride
Mississippi slide
They might spin a hundred times
Only thing welcomed ’round a n**** is nines and dimes
Pull off, David Banner
Bad bitch from Savannah
I got financial freedom, n****, we ain’t at the standard
Why you think the guards gotta keep a don cannon?
Shout out to my bitches that I fuck in Laurel Canyon