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splurge - slime freestyle lyrics

[intro]
ooh ooh, yeah yeah yeah
dirty stick in the booth right now
yeah, fry up the dope real quick
ramsay made the beat

[verse]
my backwood big as my chopper
i pour that sh-t up ’cause it came from the doctor
i walk with these dreads, boy i look like a rasta
glock-19, eat a n-gga like pasta
hold on, wait, yeah
look at the door, it’s the jakes, yeah
wanna rob me, have faith, yeah
’cause i like to aim at the face, yeah, yeah, yeah
it’s slime time, tear that sh-t off ’cause the sh-t don’t shine
somebody gon’ die if you dissin’ on mine
take off your head, all that b-tchin’ and cryin’
you not gon’ survive, these some four-five bullets
i was in middle school shootin’ at bullies
you ain’t shot sh-t, boy you know you a rookie
you not that hot, boy you know that ain’t cookie
lean in system, i might overdose
reverse some sh-t, turn your -ss to a ghost
got hollow tip, it’ll burn you like toast
we really push up, better watch what you post
they tell me just rap ’cause i be in the mix
be with the wrong folks and get put in the blitz
oh you with the sh-t, n-gga? we with the sh-t
this a push-start, ain’t no key for that b-tch
i be laughin’ at these b-tch -ss n-ggas
where is the backwood, this ain’t no swisher
i like the green and the purple, the mixture
i’m teachin’ these n-ggas, so call me mister
i’m just talkin’, i ain’t even rappin’
yeah, you got weed, but you don’t be trappin’
boy we is some thieves, you know we be jackin’
run up on me, you gon’ see what happen, ooh
i’ma get jiggy and dance
i feel like the man with this gl!ck in my hand
ooh, shoot you like kevin durant
yeah, louis vuitton is the brand
you sound like a b-tch when you rappin’
you sound like your ho, you sound like your girlfriend, boy
pop out with them sticks, boy, these are no toys
these is them real cookies, chips ahoy
been a long time since i kicked in a door
i need some more ‘woods, kinfolk stop at the store
air up the car then we poppin’ ’em more
they shot one of us so we uppin’ the score

[outro]
uppin’ the score, b-tch, yeah
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
yeah, yeah
ooh, ooh, ooh
i get to jiggin’ on that ho
look, free my green, stop playin’ ‘fore i shoot you

- splurge lyrics

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