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slimneedabag – beep beep beep lyrics

[intro: slimneedabag & corey patrick]
(yeah, yeah, ayy, grr, christ, cp, christ, cp, yuh, slim)
yeah, chain, wrist, watch, watch
what up, you, not (hot)
pull up, got it
pull up, got it
pull up, got it, like that

[verse 1: corey patrick]
boy you the captain of capping, ain’t you?
i got so much that it captivate ’em
got a stunt double, sh+t acting dangerous
don’t play yourself, that’s some m+st+rbation
where is the cash? bet i’ma grab it
oh that’s your b+tch? f+ck it, i’m savage
if it’s designer, you know i’ma bag it
bring your orange tape if i catch my opp lacking
my n+gga slim like 50 with the power
my n+gga christ got the passion
wondering why you ain’t see me
i’m selling dope at the mansion
chanel my bandana
my n+ggas really be scammers
(really be scammers)
they do not do it for cameras
they do not build, they got hammers
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
ten packs of runtz just camе in the mail
b+tch you know we get thе benji’s
and we throw it on the scale (big dope)
p+ssy n+gga, please don’t go in there
all my n+ggas selling dope
all my n+ggas got them bands
(all my n+ggas)

[verse 3: slimneedabag]
pull up, got it, like, that
spent yo bread on a chain
i spent mine on a gat
pulled up in a honda
n+ggas pulled up in a cat
and we make that b+tch scratch
get the bag and make it stack

[verse 4: christ dillinger]
when i pull up on the scene, they like “oh no”
watch out, it’s christ, yeah he got the .44
p+ssy n+gga know i tell a bad b+tch where to go
she be sucking d+ck, she could down a whole soul
playing with the snow, christ dil, eskimo
b+tch i get the pint then i go and pour a 4 (drank)
i want some b+tches (drank)
i wanna f+ck
i got eighty bands sitting in the f+cking trunk
p+ssy n+gga, sour skunk
n+ggas smoking pink runtz
now i got a bag, lil n+gga
you got options, what you want?
[verse 5: corey patrick]
i know n+ggas died for some ice like this
michael touched a lot of kids
ain’t touched the mic like this
i’m with the family, you ain’t high like this
and that’s probably why your queen wan ride this d+ck

[bridge: slimneedabag]
you ain’t fly like this
it would take a hundred ways to get high like this
i been smoking backwoods, getting fried like this

[verse 6: christ dillinger]
b+tch my life is disco so my t++th is made of gold
yeah my money old and my sh+t is growing mold
game sold, not told
b+tch we got that pistol so i’m acting real bold
and yo boy a snitch
he got locked up and he told
(he a rat, he a rat)
came in with a big gun, big fun
p+ssy n+gga talking sh+t
he can come and get some
(talking that sh+t)
gun longer than the f+cking nile river
got a gun so thick, make a n+gga look thinner
got guns bigger than a p+ssy n+gga head in this b+tch
bullets so big i can barely fit them sh+ts in this sh+t
got guns longer than a n+gga college disposition
look at a p+ssy n+gga, tell him stay in his position
i got fiends selling dope, i’m giving them commission
take a n+gga b+tch and then i put her in position
(f+ck that n+gga)
[outro:]
ho asked for permission so i made her do the dishes
we been in the kitchen, we don’t do no water+whipping
put it in the microwave, beep beep beep
balling like d wade and i got the heat
yeah
bend the b+tch over, make her skeet
yeah, then i made the ho swallow my skeet
yeah

- slimneedabag lyrics

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