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letra de mandownmayday - slimesito

[intro]
(evilgiane)
rich slime
(surf gang, b-tch)
yeah
aye
blat, blat, blat
blat, blat, blat

[chorus]
i’m sendin’ them mayday
i’m smokin’ on kush, man i feel just like dae dae
i’m countin’ hunnids’ man it feel like a payday
got some shooters pullin’ up in a straight eight
i’m totin’ automatics, yeah i got ak’s
that choppa’ dancin’ like it’s doin’ the nae nae
i’m goin’ schizophrenic like that boy ray-ray
blat, blat, blat
blat, blat, blat
i been smokin’ that kk
i might do the race, i feel just like tay k
i got a lot of pistols, they in my b-tch name
they tryna’ k!ll me cause’ they know i’m the jefe
i’m a hood n-gga, man i still go to jj’s
real street n-gga, i still trap out the pj’s
i’m seein’ through these n-ggas just like a x-ray
[verse]
blat, blat, blat
blat, blat, blat
you know that i’m rich slime
all my n-ggas, man they throwin’ up gang signs
my n-ggas take the charge, thеy doin’ that state time
we catchin’ stains, man wе call this sh-t rain time
all my n-ggas slimin’, know we the same kind
doin’ mathematics, i feel like einstein
popped a n-gga with two glocks at the same time (surf gang)
i be sippin’ and you know i don’t drink wine
f-ckin’ on two foreign b-tches at the same time
i’m up on the block, i still got the same .9
all my n-ggas, they some dogs like the canine
slime a n-gga, countin’ bread at the same time
popped a n-gga, i just shot his ass nine times
thirteen n-ggas and they throwin’ up slime
fifty b-tches and they throwin’ up rich crip
got a lot of n-ggas, they on my hip
this ain’t madden but you finna’ get hit sticked
all my n-ggas they be totin’ the big sticks
blat, blat, blat
blat, blat, blat
you know i’m gon’ split sh-t
rich slime, you know i stay on some rich sh-t
i’m rich slime so you know i need a rich b-tch
all of my n-ggas you know they gon’ hit sh-t
rich as f-ck but you know i still hit l!cks
bodybag gang-gang, you know this that drill sh-t
better ask my momma, she know i go skitz
better ask my b-tches, they know i got skitz
i’m sippin’ that drank like i got a [?] script
two foreign b-tches and they from egypt
i’m countin’ money, man you know i can’t see sh-t
blat, blat, blat
blat, blat, blat
[chorus]
i’m sendin’ them mayday
i’m smokin’ on kush, man i feel just like dae dae
i’m countin’ hunnids’ man it feel like a payday
got some shooters pullin’ up in a straight eight
i’m totin’ automatics, yeah i got ak’s
that choppa’ dancin’ like it’s doin’ the nae nae
i’m goin’ schizophrenic like that boy ray-ray
blat, blat, blat
blat, blat, blat
i been smokin’ that kk
i might do the race, i feel just like tay k
i got a lot of pistols, they in my b-tch name
they tryna’ k!ll me cause’ they know i’m the jefe
i’m a hood n-gga, man i still go to jj’s
real street n-gga, i still trap out the pj’s
i’m seein’ through these n-ggas just like a x-ray

- slimesito

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