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slimmy b – news lyrics

[intro: slimmy b]
slimmy muf+ckin b n+gga
got no problem with these goofy ass n+ggas man
get your ass put on that news n+gga playing with me n+gga
i ain’t playing n+gga f+ck i look like n+gga? this ain’t 2k
n+gga, n+gga
futuristic music

[verse 1: slimmy b]
ayy, you see the news?
not channel 7, channel 2
i left a n+gga dead one to the head out that tool
then bounced out the six and did the dash in my coupe
smoking with no lame doing the dash in that coupe
bare face n+gga ain’t no mask when i shoot
b+tch i been the boy since my ass was in true’s
slimmy muf+ckin’ b ain’t gotta ask who’s the truth
you talking cash sh+t? well i talk cash sh+t too
i’m ’bout a bag b+tch and i got bad b+tches too
f+ck her with the glock smack her ass with the tool
if she don’t run it in then her ass get the boot
get a couple bands i’m in louie from the toe up
b+tch i been the man way before a n+gga glowed up
how you in that land? when it’s funk you never show up
catch ’em sliding on the 80 leave a sucka whip tore up, n+gga
ayy, you see the news?
not channel 7, channel 2
i turn into a demon when i get up in that mood
when we having bands in that land with that tool, n+gga
ayy, you see the news?
not channel 7, channel 2
love ’em face down ass up like a thot b+tch
now them n+ggas know it ain’t no game i really pop sh+t, n+gga

[verse 2: db.boutabag]
i’m ’bout a bag ask your bro mans
i had to tell the b+tch we hold hundreds we don’t hold hands
if i’m checkin’ chicken, then she doing it with both hands
b+tch i’m tryna hit it from the back, f+ck a slow dance
geekin’ in this party with gen 4 doing the pole dance
how the f+ck you balling out the gym but ain’t got no bands?
ayy n+gga and your b+tch a fan
she gon’ suck and f+ck the whole team and do that sh+t again
wait, hold on you see her gram?
not that b+tch main, that b+tch spam
she always going up and shaking ass with her friends
it ain’t even 8 o’clock i told her bring me back ten
b+tch what? b+tch mad i’m f+cking on her friend
i’ma spend some bands and i’ma get that sh+t again
i’ma f+ck it up on top of dead presidents
i was tryna pound a b+tch and almost broke that b+tch leg

- slimmy b lyrics

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