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slug † christ - slug party lyrics

[verse 1: slug christ]
pill poppin’, xans, b+tch i got em
passed out on the floor and i still ain’t stopping
neighbors keep knockin’, askin’ us to stop it
but we can’t and we won’t till we all start dropping
and its 4 in the morning and we straight soaring
ain’t never coming down sober life is boring
and i keep pouring with b+tches in my bed
reciting wiccan spells they connecting with the dead di meetch

[verse 2: houdinne]
molly with the shrooms, thats how i’m doing
purple in the blunt, b+tch i’m barely moving
real sh+t, yung b+tch, cop k!lla
for rella, 45 with a cigarilla
stay faded, i’m smokin on that loud pack
tryna l!ck a p+ssy clean like a snack pack
finna slam a f+ck dunk unh shaq attack
my brah chaz in the other room breakin backs

[verse 3: slug christ]
aww god d+mn i think i came in yo b+tch
punch that b+tch in the gut as contraceptive
f+ck babies unless you smokin them
40,000 b+tches and my d+ck is super soakin them
[verse 4: houdinne]
trippin off that molly, mixing dmt with alcohol
yung b+tch beg me to f+ck her p+ssy foul like basket ball (like basket ball)?
geeked off them diamonds causе my chain the color of adderall
staggerin, og, shoulda odеd off adderall
drinkin a 40, roll up an 8th in one blunt, n+gga i’m f+cked
let down the walls, hitting the gravity bong, yo b+tch wassup, huh?
p+ssing and sh+tting while l!cking my d+ck and my b+lls, some b+tch i met the mall
this is f+cked up, i hope the cops don’t show up

[chorus: houdinne]
welcome to the party
slug party
blunts fat lines fat chris farley
the party
slug god party
we strapped up choppers sheen like charlie

[verse 5: catt moop]
hopped up in the whip
bout to bounce to slug’s party
picked up my golden chalice
mixed the whisk with that bomb lean
put that sh+t in my cup holder
f+ck waitin i’m bout to leave
dipped the blunt up in the cup
h+ll yeah you know i gotta blow the tree
ridin 80 on a 25
that 5+0 right by my side
flashin lights no kanye
not tryna be in jail tonight
walked up to my window
chopped him up, toshindo
put him in the truck, no sh+t tho
what do i tell my kinfolk?
f+ck it still hittin up tha joint
need to look for a b+tch to boink
drown my problems in all the drugs
i know yung slug got it all on point
so i park my car and pop the trunk
gotta mix the pig with all the skunk
kick the door cop in my arms
need to hide him quick, need a lucky charm
as soon as i put the body down
all the b+tches start crowdin around
like ‘oh you really k!lled him tho?
let’s f+ck with this pig, let’s take off his clothes!”
molly jumps up runnin round with his hat
mary all laughin straight p+ssin on the badge
officer rose ain’t got a life and now lucy’s got on his name tag
[verse 6: slug christ]
take that cops d+ck, snort a line of of it
stoked that catt brought a f+ckin dead cop up in this b+tch
hang him high, gut the pig, light him up, light a cig
rail a bump, rail a b+tch, f+ck is up we k!llin it
feelin her chest, weed on my breath
we sippin and tippin and smokin the cest
chill with my bros and f+ck the rest
feelin so f+cked and feelin so blessed
the f+ck was that? sirens and sh+t
swat on the back and swat on whips
bang on the door, runnin up quick
rail a few more and prepare for this sh+t

[chorus: houdinne]
slug party
slug party
slug party
its a slug party
slug party
slug party
slug party
its a slug party

- slug † christ lyrics

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