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young thug - slime shit lyrics

[produced by ricky racks]

[intro: young thug]
slatt!
aye, get out your motherf-ckin seat to this one, you know?
slatt! slatt! slatt!

[pre-hook: young thug]
hundred rounds in a tahoe
n-gg-, lighting up your tacos, hey
give him surgery, no lipo
they don’t blame that b-tch for pulling ya down
pull up to a n-gg- town
i’m prepared to take ’em down, n-gg-

[hook: young thug]
hey, this that slime sh-t, hey
ysl sh-t, hey
k!llin’ 12 sh-t, hey
f-ck a jail sh-t, hey
drinking actavis, hey
on that snail sh-t, hey
cookin’ white brick, hey, hey
bricks and bales sh-t, hey, hey
b-tch, i’m super rich
b-tch, i’m stupid rich
i-i go ape sh-t, call that ludacris, hey, hey
i’m not new to this, hey, i’m so true to this, hey
i done put a whole slime on a hunnid, b-tch, hey, hey

[verse 1: yak gotti]
slime or get slimed, maniac don’t have a mind
these n-gg-s be b-tches, a lot of them snitchin’
a lot of them droppin’ a dime
i come to the the point in my life
that i just want one of my wives
i think that i want that new spider
we rich so i know they dislike us
i’m so too legit, on some hammer sh-t
diamonds dancin’, b-tch
ysl, vvs
in the vip and i got that pistol on my hip
you prayin’ that you live
i’m prayin’ that i hit
hey, this that slime sh-t
need a slime b-tch
compromise sh-t, down to ride sh-t
f-ck, f-ck the police (f-ck ’em), in a high speed
let her out on bleveland
let her out on bleveland

[pre-hook: young thug]
hundred rounds in a tahoe
n-gg-, lighting up your tacos, hey
give him surgery, no lipo
down, man, that b-tch will pull you down
pull up to a n-gg- town
i’m prepared to take ’em down, n-gg-

[verse 2: mpa duke]
got banana clips for all these n-gg-s actin’ monkey
these n-gg-s savages in these streets
they need hooked on phonics
got ten trap spots, they bunkin, all of ’em doin’ numbers
they just be talking, i swear these lil f-ck n-gg-s don’t want it
i’m grindin’ up my money and i’m still in the trenches
workin calculators, when we f-ck with weight we count them digits
got bergalo and troupe, they with me (they real neighborhoods)
bang a neighborhood, 60’s, tiny locs, they official ‘
i get, i get it, i get it, however, i get it, i get it on my own
these percocets, they got me so high i swear to god i’m in my own d-mn zone (i’m high)
thousand dollars on cologne
all these extras, i bought me a home
and it’s big like a dome
hold, up country boy callin’ my phone (brr) (man i just saw them)

[verse 3: peewee roscoe]
this that slime sh-t
this that mob sh-t
this that 100,000 dollars do the job sh-t
down to die about this rap sh-t cause it’s too much money
they say we gettin’ money
now these n-gg-s actin’ funny
and they all fake, like some b-tch t-tties
tell they b-tch another lie cause we ain’t f-ckin’ wit ’em
and they groupie n-gg-s and they ho type
f-ck the judge, ysl, this that mob life

[outro: peewee roscoe]
we got these bankrolls on us
we in vegas
now i ain’t goin back and forth with ya’ll
h-llo? yeah, i’mma bet me a 100,000
all motherf-ckin hundreds
sh-t, yeah, put me up

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