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retch - super slimey lyrics

[intro]
troy, we gonna disrespect their sh+t
on gang
(takenforgranted)

[verse 1]
i’ma slime for that power like bishop (yeah)
got a whole pint of red, pourin’ tris up (yeah)
ferris wheel in the a, get my d+cks up (yeah)
tight+ass ‘miris, i still got my sh+t tucked (nah, for real)
you ain’t gotta hit the gym to get ripped up (woah, woah)
she a b+tch, she gon’ f+ck for that big truck (yeah)
think i’m lookin’ for love, i’m tryna pimp her (pimp her)
had that b+tch sellin’ p+ssy in december (woah)
out a trap, treat a b+tch like the ziploc (like the ziploc)
[?][0:29], we can’t f+ck at the spizzot (no)
paranoid, i came up sellin’ re+rock (sellin’ re+rock)
now i just play the stu’, droppin’ heat rock (droppin’ heat rock)
i’ll go slide on a b+tch, got the heat c+cked
she suck d+ck with her hands like she beatbox (like she beatbox)
tried to give me the book, but i beat that
should’ve seen how they looked when they seen that
still got money, they hate to believe that
i was up in that reach, now they big mad
if that could’ve got you to see bags
n+ggas still blow c+ck, get some kneepads
in that cell, it had forced me to detox
k!lled my brother, that caused me to relapse
[?][0:52]
[?], f+ck a b+tch in my ski mask
[chorus]
uh, i was so deep in that water, my head, it went under, i thought i would drown in the sh+t
first one to touch when the package come in
[?][1:00] that traffickin’ sh+t
might blow a bag on a b+tch
but i ain’t goin’ out sad ’bout that sh+t
nah, they think i’m scammin’ and sh+t
probably because i been havin’ this sh+t
’cause i been havin’ this sh+t
i cannot f+ck with no average lil’ b+tch
uh, i made her gag at the ritz
ate the whole d+ck, that’s a savage lil’ b+tch
woah, spent couple bands on this drip
jeans was amiri, the cash couldn’t fit
nah, break down a pound like a brick
rappers be fake, they be cappin’ and sh+t, woah

[verse 2]
[?][1:24] in the house like pajamas
made a bag off a song with rihanna
my lil’ man sellin’ pints out the condo
long live dolph, he was smokin’ gelato (rest in peace)
put the bags on the train to chicago
say too much on the ‘gram, n+ggas 5+0
[?][1:35] in the a with my side ho
spanish b+tch ate the d+ck like mcdonalds
spanish b+tch ate the d+ck like a big mac
i send hits, can’t respond in no diss track
forty k in a dead n+gga [?][1:41]
send it back to your fam in a gift wrap
back to your fam in a gift wrap
took an l on some work, had to get back
bro just called me, he said he got ripped at
i responded real quick, “where the grip at?”
treat that sh+t like some crack, always clip that
i was far out of town, so i sent that
i was far out of town, so i sent that
put a stu’ in the crib, cost me ten racks
i was sellin’ them drugs where i live at
hittin’ the court like, “your honor, i did that”
[?][2:03] poke where his ribs at
fifty months in the box, had to sit that
[chorus]
uh, i was so deep in that water, my head, it went under, i thought i would drown in the sh+t
first one to touch when the package come in
[?][1:00] that traffickin’ sh+t
might blow a bag on a b+tch
but i ain’t goin’ out sad ’bout that sh+t
nah, they think i’m scammin’ and sh+t
probably because i been havin’ this sh+t
’cause i been havin’ this sh+t
i cannot f+ck with no average lil’ b+tch
uh, i made her gag at the ritz
ate the whole d+ck, that’s a savage lil’ b+tch
woah, spent couple bands on this drip
jeans was amiri, the cash couldn’t fit
nah, break down a pound like a brick
rappers be fake, they be cappin’ and sh+t, woah

- retch lyrics

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