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bslime - i want it lyrics

[verse 1]
i want that bag and i’ma go get it
ysl be the team, you know we committed
i tear down your block, i’m whippin the bentley
pull up with three b+tches, they think that i’m pimpin’
i’m balling real hard, call me scottie pippen
i’m dripped the f+ck out you can check my attendance
i dig in the d and i beat her appendix
my name holding weight, label me as a menace
i jumped off the porch and i went got a bag
these n+ggas burnt out and i’m doing the dash
i’m f+cking that ho and i’m fronting her bags
two+fifty the block and they screaming, “no mags”
we call it hot block ’cause they be serving glass
the j come to us when they forget they cash
the narcs on our ass, they coming real fast
my partner gon’ spazz, he clutching the mac
you get your ass caught lackin’, n+gga get whacked
i be with some gangsters dressed in all black
pull up on your ass and give me that cash
you ain’t get it back, you know where i’m at
i slide on your block and i’m whippin’ the cat
your partners some rats and we been heard ’bout that
affidavit, yeah, they gon’ tell on your ass
i’ll murder everything and you will get whacked
[chorus]
all the slime n+ggas screamin’ out, “slatt”
you know we don’t mind, we pressin’ they ass
i’m doin’ the dash, you ain’t gonna crash
you play with my dawg, we bustin’ your ass
stand up in that p+ssy, i beat up her cat
i took the plug off and he ain’t get it back
she stole from her dad, she gave me that cash
got the city mad, they know where i’m at
they like how i drip, yeah
the glock on my hip, yeah
two+two+three’ll make you flip, yeah
get you outta here, yeah
all my partners, them some rastas
hangin’ ’round, i’ma boss
wipe they nose, yeah, i had tripple crossed ’em
yeah, you know i slime all my fake brothers
came from nothing, yeah, i came from the bottom

[verse 2]
remember them times jonah said i was bummy
now that i got it everybody stuntin’
told the lil’ b+tch she can’t get nothing
got a n+gga listenin’ way ‘cross the country
yeah, you know i’m dripped out wearing gigany
remember them old heads wouldn’t front me
now i’m sh+ttin’, got ’em holding they stomach
told ’em i’m up next, n+gga, and i’m coming
n+gga better not play around me in these streets
just popped a addy, n+gga, know i’m geeked
posted on the block, know the trap bing
n+gga sellin’ birdies going down the streets
everywhere i go that bl!cky stay on me
call snake face, he’ll make a scene
give zack the word, clear out everything
told these pedestrians stay in they lane
gotta keep shawty, yeah, around me
gotta keep keed, yeah, around me
gotta keep zack yeah around me
you know i got jaydog around me
gotta keep the shooters all around me
got all these pretenders walkin’ ’round me
three bad tenners walkin’ on the beach
and can’t no beginners come around me
i’ma slime n+gga screamin’ out, “slatt”
you know we don’t mind, we pressin’ they ass
i’m doing the dash, we ain’t gonna crash
you play with my dawg, we bustin your ass
stand up in that p+ssy, i beat up her cat
i took the plug off and he ain’t get it back
she stole from her dad, she gave me that cash
got the city mad, they know where i’m at
[chorus]
all the slime n+ggas screamin’ out, “slatt”
you know we don’t mind, we pressin’ they ass
i’m doin’ the dash, you ain’t gonna crash
you play with my dawg, we bustin’ your ass
stand up in that p+ssy, i beat up her cat
i took the plug off and he ain’t get it back
she stole from her dad, she gave me that cash
got the city mad, they know where i’m at
they like how i drip, yeah
the glock on my hip, yeah
two+two+three’ll make you flip, yeah
get you outta here, yeah
all my partners, them some rastas
hangin’ ’round, i’ma boss
wipe they nose, yeah, i had tripple crossed ’em
yeah, you know i slime all my fake brothers
came from nothing, yeah, i came from the bottom

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