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cityboy! (dc) - major league glime lyrics

[intro]
ah
pardon the interruption for this little smoke break
goon music, goon music
it’s glime season

[verse 1: cityboy!]
out of sight and out of my mind
i check the ap, it’s my time
i’m done with b+tches, yeah, they all slime
but i need my b+tch, cause that’s my glime
i beat the pot, but no, i’m not d+lo
i chase the green, and no i’m not c+lo
i be in some fast sh+t, check my speedo
i take off real fast vroom they want my steelo
i love my drac’, i could never be kendrick
you check my closet, everything authentic
when i said i love you, girl, i swear i meant it
the sh+t that you flexing, i spent on a pendant
your b+tch wanna f+ck, and it ain’t no pretending
i go to rodeo, and i do the spending
i took a lil’ pic, now a n+gga trending
you speak on my name, that’ll be your ending
i’m having real swag while y’all n+ggas renting

[chorus: sig.carlito]
im in this b+tch to the end, we’re in a car and we spin, i make her crawl on her hands, tell me who really my friend
i make a girl in her hands
tell me we’re really my friend, yeah
tell me we’re really my friend
is that b+tch really your friend
could’ve came box, but i’m in a benz
she a fan, she not making a bet
mlb she let me hit
i’ll slime too, just like yb
i got a racks, just like yc
i hear whispers, they talk about me
i came with slime, bacteria, my germans
yeah, i k!ll the p+ssy 9 times,i feel like curtis
[verse: sig.carlito]
it’s a box up on this glizzy if i’m nervous
yeah, yeah, yeah, i beat the p+ssy closed curtains
goodbye, i got a b+tch that i put in the sky
i’m overseas, but i’m not in dubai
yeah, i swear it get sweet like a pie
yeah, i glo’d up, do not be surprised
you switched so stay on that side
yeah, i borrowed and took for a ride
you can have her, cause it is your time
i stole a b+tch, not committing a crime
free rushy, my mf slime
free rushy, cause that is my slime
say it twice, cause i’m on the 9

[chorus: sig.carlito]
im in this b+tch to the end, we in that car and we spin, i make her crawl on her hands, tell me who really my friend
tell me we’re really my friend
is that b+tch really your friend?
coulda came box but im in a benz
she a fan, she not making a bet
mlb she let me hit
i slime too, just like yb
i got racks, just like yc
i hear whispers, they talk about me
i came with slime bacteria, my germans
yeah, i k!ll them p+ssy 9 times i feel like curtis
[outro]
don’t get caught
don’t get caught slipping in the turning lane
it’s the evil empire, riding dirty

- cityboy dc lyrics

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