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letra de slime examination - babystaydown

[intro]
(know we)
this atlanta, n-gga
(know we livin’ lavish)
slatt, slatt
b-tch-ass n-gga

[chorus]
they like, yeah, “baby boy done got his racks up”
and i’m like f-ck it, i pick that b-tch up in a black truck
i woke up next day, i don’t remember sh-t, i took too d-mn much
if some blatt-ass n-gga try this sh-t, you know i’ll blam somethin’
geeked as f-ck, i’m on drugs and this dope in my d-mn lungs
f-ck that boy, we send slugs when we f-ckin’ catch him
she like f-ck it, d-mn, that’s cold, guess i’m onto the next one
yeah, b-tches come and go, so i can’t never sweat ’em

[verse]
yeah, balenciaga boots, b-tch, i feel like omega
she told me tell the truth and i told this b-tch, “nevеr”
yeah, yeah, nevеr, yeah, uh, never
yeah, the b-tch not special
yeah, in miami f-cked up, so i’m never leavin’ my metal, yeah
i put that fye on somethin’, the f-ck wanna try? i dare ’em, yeah (slimeball)
oh, he sweet, slimed him for his sh-t so clever, yeah
she want me to chase her, but i might not catch her, yeah
broke-ass b-tches got me in they mentions, spread germs, yeah
i can’t stick inside that b-tch, it might burn, yeah
hit your f-ckin’ block, we in that box, it’s gon’ swerve
for the thousandth f-ckin’ time, b-tch, you gettin’ on my nerves
these n-ggas hoes in the streets, back then, was nerds, yeah
n-gga play p-ssy, put his d-ck in the dirt, yeah
rappin’ ’bout them choppers, show a n-gga it’ll hurt (grrt)
young n-gga swing that stick with hockey mask like he on percs
i ain’t sellin’ b-tches dreams, b-tch, i’m sellin’ nightmares
steppin’ in balenci’, i get dripped like i don’t care (yeah)
ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
n-gga, play who? n-gga, face you (bah)
alright, margiela drippin’ in my bl–dy shoes
and these n-ggas too late, they in the waiting room
yeah, f-ckin’ up a check became a new move
yeah, just facetimed ma dukes, check out my new shoes
yeah, gave her twenty racks and she like, “ooh, ooh”
yeah, she like, “baby boy, do what you do”
but watch out for these n-ggas ’cause they hate too
and watch out for these b-tches ’cause they snake too
way, baby, way, baby
i been out the way, baby, tryna run up k’s lately
you be talkin’ ’bout other hoes, but you my main lady
know that i’ma blow, but i won’t let the fame change me
[chorus]
they like, yeah, “baby boy done got his racks up”
and i’m like f-ck it, i pick that b-tch up in a black truck
i woke up next day, i don’t remember sh-t, i took too d-mn much
if some blatt-ass n-gga try this sh-t, you know i’ll blam somethin’
geeked as f-ck, i’m on drugs and this dope in my d-mn lungs
f-ck that boy, we send slugs when we f-ckin’ catch him
she like f-ck it, d-mn, that’s cold, guess i’m onto the next one
yeah, b-tches come and go, so i can’t never sweat ’em

[outro]
yeah, yeah

- babystaydown

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