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bbyafricka - big slime lyrics

[chorus]
i’ma load the .40 up, you better be outside
really hope you ’bout it, i’ll dare a n+gga lie
i might light the sky up like the fourth of july
i swear i would hate to have to make a n+gga mama cry
you ain’t really shiesty, and you ain’t really ’bout it
try me, i can’t wait to toss a n+gga like a salad
send me the addy, he asked if i don’t want no problems
i’ma blow this n+gga up, yeah, somethin’ like osama

[verse]
i ain’t even mean to set him up, my brother sent me to him
pick your whistle up just like a b+tch is picking pikachu
that b+tch talk too much, i shot at her, what i was ‘posed to do?
it’s choosing season, b+tch, it’s you and me, and b+tch it’s gon’ be you
don’t get caught in traffic, b+tch’s hands is playing peek+a+boo
i’m on big slime, you come for me and i’ma come for you
i see eye to eye, you bust on me but i already bust him
n+gga tried to sneak me in atlanta but it wasn’t nothing
i’m not a hoe but just for that, i’m finna f+ck his cousin
b+tches stalking me over n+ggas, i ain’t never f+ck him
i’ma catch a b+tch at home alone, guess i’m macaulay culkin
you was moving pounds for a n+gga, and that sh+t got you busted
why you went to jail for a n+gga? he left your ass with nothing
got to be a certain type of b+tch try to beef with me
all these b+tches saying they hate me, but really want to be me
why the f+ck you want to be like me? said i be doing molly
d+ck so good i gave him money, feel like that n+gga robbed me
d+ck was so good i brought a b+tch, i think that n+gga tricked me
i was on the xans time and stealing, fingers getting sticky
kim possible, your n+gga calling, n+gga tryna bling
b+tches got a whole lot to say until these b+tches see me
when a b+tch finally get to see me, these b+tches pull a stevie
that’s on jesus sandals, b+tches give me the heebie jeebies
n+gga have to read the manual, yeah, you is not a man
b+tches don’t really got bars, y’all lead by my example
smack him in the back of his head, i got him seein’ stars
last night i was so high that i was on mars
n+gga said he finna pull up, n+gga, in what car?
[chorus]
i’ma load the .40 up, you better be outside
really hope you ’bout it, i’ll dare a n+gga lie
i might light the sky up like the fourth of july
i swear i would hate to have to make a n+gga mama cry
you ain’t really shiesty, and you ain’t really ’bout it
try me, i can’t wait to toss a n+gga like a salad
send me the addy, he asked if i don’t want no problems
i’ma blow this n+gga up, yeah, somethin’ like osama
i’ma load the .40 up, you better be outside
really hope you ’bout it, i’ll dare a n+gga lie
i might light the sky up like the fourth of july
i swear i would hate to have to make a n+gga mama cry

- bbyafricka lyrics

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