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yeat - slamm lyrics

[intro]
i+i+i—
i+i+i—

[chorus]
slam, i got red bottom
slam, i got red bottom (i+i+i’m working on dying)
slam, i be slidin’ in a coupe (bnyx)
slam, i don’t care ’bout ’em
slam, balenci’ on my feet
slam, just went slammed on ’em
slam, just slam on ’em
slam, just slam on ’em
[post+chorus]
you a b+tch and you slow, heard you flamboyant
i got money head to toe, i got diamond rollie
diamond rollie, yeah, roly poly (i+i+i—)
diamonds on my motherf+ckin’ body got ’em all corona (i+i+i—)
stack down on these p+ssies and i’m rich, got ’em sick, corona
pull up in that motherf+ckin’ tonka, this is no toyota
sippin’ on that motherf+ckin’ mud, this green is f+ckin’ yoda

[verse]
i got bucks and don’t give f+cks and i got big money
back in the day, i was pill poppin’, real junkie
i just jumped up on the game and did a big dunkin’
all my money got obese, my money just got chunky (i+i+i—)
y’all be callin’ the police, b+tch, y’all not good for nothin’ (yеah, yeah, i+i+i—)
my cult just like my f+ckin’ family
if i jump up off this bridge, my f+ckin’ fans arе jumpin’ off with me (yeah, my cult, yeah)
did you f+ckin’ hear me?
all the f+ckin’ money in the world, still not enough for us
i’m slow up on these bands, i’m a f+ckin’ tortoise
you don’t really live this life, you a f+ckin’ tourist
i left my drink in sprite and now i’m pouring 4s (yeah)
pulled up in that porsche, seven hundred horses
y’all be doin’ anything, yeah, with the wh0res
b+tch, i’m headin’ up, i go and slam, of course (i+i+i—)
[chorus]
slam, i got red bottom
slam, i got red bottom (i+i+i’m working on dying)
slam, i be slidin’ in a coupe (bnyx)
slam, i don’t care ’bout ’em
slam, balenci’ on my feet
slam, just went slammed on ’em
slam, just slam on ’em
slam, just slam on ’em

[post+chorus]
you a b+tch and you slow, heard you flamboyant
i got money head to toe, i got diamond rollie
diamond rollie, yeah, roly poly (i+i+i—)
diamonds on my motherf+ckin’ body got ’em all corona (i+i+i—)
stack down on these p+ssies and i’m rich, got ’em sick, corona
pull up in that motherf+ckin’ tonka, this is no toyota
sippin’ on that motherf+ckin’ mud, this green is f+ckin’ yoda

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