Lyrics: Jeffrey Williams/Ricky Harrell, Jr.
Music: Jeffrey Williams/Ricky Harrell, Jr.
"Slime shit (feat. Yak Gotti)"
Slat!
Aye, get out your mother****ing seat to this one, you know?
Slat! Slat! Slat!
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Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
B*****s, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that mother****er will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga
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Hey, this that slime shit, hey
YSL nigga, hey
Killin' 12 nigga, hey
**** a jail nigga, hey
Drinking activis, hey
On that snail nigga, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales nigga, hey, hey
**** nigga, I'm super rich
**** nigga, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape nigga, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid, nigga, hey, hey
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Slime Boogey, slime, maniac don't have a mind
These mother****ers be snitchin', a lot of them snitchin'
A lot of them droppin' a dime
I come to the the point in my life
That I just want one of my wives
I think that I want that new Spider
We rich so I know that it's light
I'm so too legit, on some Hammer shit
Diamonds dancin', mother****er
YSL, VVS
In the V.I.P and I got that pistol on my hip
You prayin' that you live
I'm prayin' that I hit
Hey, this that slime shit
We the Slime, mother****er
Compromise shit, down to ride shit
**** them police, in a high speed
Let her out on Bleveland
Let her out on Bleveland
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Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
B*****s, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that mother****er will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga
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Hey, this that slime shit, hey
YSL nigga, hey
Killin' 12 nigga, hey
**** a jail nigga, hey
Drinking activis, hey
On that snail nigga, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales nigga, hey, hey
**** nigga, I'm super rich
**** nigga, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape nigga, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid, nigga, hey, hey
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Got banana clips for all these mother****ers actin' funny
These mother****ers savages in these streets
They need [?] don't front 'em
Got ten trap spots, they bunkin, all of 'em doin' numbers
They just be talking, I swear these lil' ****in' niggas don't want it
I'm grindin' up my money and I'm still in the trenches
Workin calculators, when we ****in with weight we count them mother****ers
Got Bungaloo and [?], they with me (for real, they thugs)
Bang a neighborhood, 60's, tell 'em they was still ****in'
I get, I get it, I get it, however, I get it, I get it on my own
These percosets, they got me so high I swear I'm in my own damn zone
Thousand dollars on cologne
All these extras, I bought me a home
And it's big like a dome
Hold, up [?] callin' my phone (man I just saw them)
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Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
B*****s, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that mother****er will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga
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Hey, this that slime shit, hey
YSL nigga, hey
Killin' 12 nigga, hey
**** a jail nigga, hey
Drinking activis, hey
On that snail nigga, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales nigga, hey, hey
**** nigga, I'm super rich
**** nigga, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape nigga, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid, nigga, hey, hey
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This that slime shit
This that mars shit
This that 100,000 dollars in a jar shit
Down to dab but they running ****ing, cutting to my money
They say we gettin' money
Now these niggas actin' funny
And they all fake, like some ****ing flunky
Tell 'em another lie cause we ain't ****ing wit 'em
And they groupie b*****s and they ho type
**** the judge, YSL, this that mob life
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We got these bankrolls on us
We have flavor
Now I ain't goin back and forth with ya'll
Hello? Yeah, I'mma bet me a 100,000
All mother****ing hundreds
Shit, yeah