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letra de drill - slimeball cj

[intro]
um rick can you come with me please
ight bet

[verse]
all my n-ggas be with me they ready to go (go)
that b-tch ass little boy said we post on the low (b-tch)
the glock on my side and you know imma blow (gon blow)
they say we some b-tches you must be a hoe (b-tch ass n-gga)
my girl ass is shape like a grill (bow bow), my youngins crazy they ready to drill
f-cking that b-tch like my nickname was bill (that n-gga said he was a b-tch), eating off plates i didn’t have me a meal
i’m tryna come up from nothing, feeling like king by the way that im bustin
now im getting clout that’s my cousins and brothers
black lives matter stop k!lling each other (stop k!lling us)
i’m tryna finish whatever you started (talk your sh-t n-gga), jump in this b-tch than rock out the party (the party)
i beat that boy up then went to his mama (mama), you mention my people than we get r-t-rded (r-t-rded b-tch ass n-gga)
yall n-ggas b-tches yall n-ggas some hoe’s, pop with the stick then up and reload (reload b-tch), pop me a perk, touchdown in my zone
they calling the cops then we already gone (mmm)
that b-tch ass n-gga said he want to fight, yall ducking and covering while we shoot on sight (bow bow)
got me a gun imma aim with the light, shot that boy up like pippen and mike (like pippen and mike)

[outro]
why is everything chrome
everything is chrome in the future

- slimeball cj

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