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bslime - separation lyrics

separation lyrics
[chorus]
i separated myself from the gutter
i told em i wouldn’t trade on my brothers
i had a dream them n+ggas singing like yunna
i’m a demon, i’m a slimey anaconda (slatt, slatt)
i just wanna let you know, oh oh
travel ‘round the city, i go anywhere i want
not trippin’ bout these b+tches, i can f+ckin’ get them gone
i’m dressed in all black, 44 bull by the door

[verse 1]
she was smelling stanky, so i told that b+tch to drank it
she asked me for an arrangement, i told that b+tch that she dangerous
she cater to the plug, she don’t give a f+ck bout what you thinkin
diamonds know they bе shining, i can’t put em in her +n+s
sitting back chillin’ in the lobby, not worriеd bout n0body, and i don’t give no d+mn bout what they say
a whole road chaser, we put racks inside the safe
tell her to take a pay cause i’ma brush em my way
put her in rotation, a real money maker
she got a birkin bag, put chanel around her waist
you know that it get sticky, icky
came a long way from the trenches
though i was born with it, ain’t no mystery in my history

[chorus]
i separated myself from the gutter
i told em i wouldn’t trade on my brothers
i had a dream them n+ggas singing like yunna
i’m a demon, i’m a slimey anaconda (slatt, slatt)
i just wanna let you know, oh oh
travel ‘round the city, i go anywhere i want
not trippin’ bout these b+tches, i can f+ckin’ get them gone
i’m dressed in all black, 44 bull by the door
[interlude]
you know like that, pop it?
telling n+ggas how i feel, like, keeping it real with n+ggas, you know what i’m sayin?
being genuine, know what i’m sayin, we ain’t trippin over these b+tches

[verse 2]
poppin on they ass, they know a youngin got it poppin
she wanna ride the d+ck, i told her ride it kawasaki
they know a n+gga winnin, they heard i’m a trending topic
not gettin caught up in feelings, i tell b+tches to mop it
rule number 1 gotta watch over your back (slatt)
rule number 2 if they spinnin, you spinnin back
came a long way from 250, they yelling and screaming jack
i’m on a road to riches i tell them to holla back
stepping on these n+ggas, g nikes lace up my ones
i don’t need no army with me shoot my own gun
dedicated by money i don’t care where you from
you gotta show yo hand and play your card like p+wn

- bslime lyrics

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