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zayy marcel - slime talk lyrics

no i ain’t got time for n-ggas
yea n-ggas want smoke, well i’m bombing n-ggas
catch that n-gga in the scope, fresh line a n-gga
told y’all n-ggas i’m the goat, i’ve been grinding n-gga
y’all n-ggas better hope, that god is with ya
put d-ck in her throat, now she mines lil n-gga
i do what y’all won’t, need all mines lil n-gga
i do what i want, different kind of n-gga

i’ve been rocking out solo, i shoot by myself
i’m on my way up but don’t f-ck with n0body
i ain’t got sh-t to lose and my focus on wealth
i jumped off that porch, let a f-ck n-gga try me
i got a few racks and it came through the mail
bought a few guns and they kick like karate
designer my shoes, that sh-t match my belt
i been on my sh-t man somebody come sign me
(yuh)

i’m the grim reaper, i’ll shake sum like seizures
i f-cked on that b-tch, now it’s hasta la vista (bye)
my boy made a come up, off swiping them visas
in love with that mary jane, they call me peter
big 40 a demon, will leave yo sh-t leaking
b-tch give me a reason, you hitting the cement
if we dropped off that body, we know we can’t leave it
i’m out with my slime, what i said, b-tch i mean it
and that sh-t that you gave, you can keep it
i am self made, i don’t need it
i am the one who been balling on n-ggas, and don’t give a f-ck about defense
we always go up one, we never get even
they want me dead, but they know i ain’t leavin’
plug from the north, and be there when i need him
this cookie and drank got a young n-gga tweakin
(b-tch)

the city a never get rid of me
threesome, two b-tches they into me
two straps in my pants, and i’m married to both of them b-tches, we formed a polygamy (facts)
thought sh-t was sweet, it was never sweet (facts)
how you hate on a n-gga you ain’t never meet? (facts)
chopper a do his -ss justice, and cut down the middle like axis of symmetry
n-ggas a rat for some cheese (please)
i’ll x you out for some green (green)
skrrt and dip out on the scene (scene)
they done let dawg off the leash (feed)
opp b-tches down on they knees (knees)
red bone, she bad, and she mean (mean)
wet her -ss up til she cream (cream)
point her -ss to the door with the beam (slatt, slatt)

shots at yo dome, like the n-gga got a facelift
shots at yo home, now the n-gga ain’t gone say sh-t
shots at yo throne, got me feeling like the greatest
so many shots from the chrome, they picking sh-lls off the pavement
hit him with the draco, make a n-gga head split
gone pop like a faygo, limp like a dead wrist
green light, got the say-so, pull up like a deadlift
do a l!ck then i lay low, i eat while in bed b-tch

- zayy marcel lyrics

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