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daslimeerls - belt 2 ass lyrics

[intro: daslimeerls & ndotspinalot]
grrah, grrah grrah boom
grrah grrah boom
bow bow bow bow
like every o shot
e4dot
rpt, 4sev’+4sev’
r block

[chrous: ndotspinalot]
four poles out and we spin through that strip
let a bow but toting on my grip
oh sh+t, don’t lack, get hit
we gon’ spin through the sev tryna find a crip
4sev up top, we lit
i’m with djbinbuggin, been toting his grip
free the bros locked up for a snitch
free the gunnas i can not forget

[verse 1: ndotspinalot]
running from cops, jumping over gates
i’m with slimee been on a rate
oh b+tch too slow, catch a shot to the face
i’m with nesty gon’ go on a+
i’m with nesty gon’ go on a chase
chicken spot got my knock can not go out like kass
b+tch i’m smoking on noah, they stomped on his face
like 46k we don’t f+ck with the jakes
bbg all that sh+t to my d+ck
catch a oy bet he getting ripped
me and bro stay chops we twist like go off on the ride n+ggas know that we spin
we gon’ bend back again
big knock on my hip i’ma walk with a limp
oh we dropping our sh+t? put the beam to his chin
i’ma flock i don’t care who it hit
[verse 2: daslimeerls]
after this trip, n+ggas gotta get low
still pop a double, jumping out for bro
smoke with my three, out the paper and tote
tell ’em free oota, free 30, free sos
we on the s tryna see if they frontline
opps on my d+ck they say cap in their punchline
go through the ville now we swinging the 8 now
gunz love the switches, i love how the drac sound
said i ain’t active they need to stop
so many newbies i made in they block
and i told me to geek when we bumping the opp
n+ggas stay dissing but die in they block
n+ggas get hit up and don’t never spin
sh+t gon’ get lit when i see the fn’s
twenty+five shot but that’s just an fn
bend through the stuy cause they don’t clear the pill
dropping the o, i’m coming through the hill
cops tryna hop, bslime, he hold the wheel
yas got sk!ll i took him on a drill
i’m in the party do not play the opps
tk got thirty brodie stay on hots
we tryna swing thirty out the glock
i mix the troub with siah and the wop
dusav be dissing he ain’t never get back
yaddie on smith tryna see where the crips at
she try to work she gon’ die with her crip ass
tried to get food, where the f+ck was his stick at?
i’m jumping out i don’t hang out the roof
d+ckride our opps so dd get it too
yas keep a tee on ready tryna hoop
spin through the s tryna see who i can shoot
this b+tch a freak tryna f+ck me off the juice
[interlude: daslimeerls]
this b+tch a freak tryna f+ck me off the juice
spin through the s tryna see who i can shoot
this b+tch a freak tryna f+ck me off the juice
yas keep a tee on ready tryna hoop

- daslimeerls lyrics

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