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Slime Lyrics by R2rcam

2020

[Chorus]
Uh, huh
She a ho, she only want me 'cuz I glow
Diamonds all black, they lookin' like a crow
Gotta all white fit, so I feel like the Pope
And he hate on the gang so we taggin' his toes
Choppa blew out his brains, we turned that boy to toast
I don't care what you think, imma' call up my bros
And he don't want no beef, the choppa gonna' roast
Hell naw you ain't slime, but we wipin' his nose
Babygirl, I got bands but I know that you know
And my diamonds they dance, got my necklace on froze
He claim that he rich, but I'm really not sold
Turned that boy to a ghost, the choppa took his soul
That's my gang, my slime, can't fall out 'bout no ho
Put that boy in a box like Roddy Rich, I know
If it's freezing outside, I got Moncler my coat
We gon' wipe that boy nose like he catching a cold
[Verse]
New ice on me, so freezy
And yo' gas be on E, no Eazy
Got in her pants, it was easy
Me and Autumn! playin' with them guns, no BB
Diamonds on my motherfuckin' belt, it's BB
If I get locked up, I know my niggas they gon' free me
Fucked a bitch off Instagram, she say that I'm amazing
Sippin' on red red, damn I feel so lazy
Got these hoes wit' no baby
R2rCam got something to prove like Lil Baby
Wit' the gang, passin the trees like we shady
Not the same, tell yo' nigga he can't be me
Diamonds bling, all my shit pond, like Lele
Niggas broke, they be pawnin' them fake Vv's
Niggas jokes, every show like a TV
Fuckin' this bitch from the back she start screamin'
[Chorus]
She a ho, she only want me 'cuz I glow
Diamonds all black, they lookin' like a crow
Gotta all white fit, so I feel like the Pope
And he hate on the gang so we taggin' his toes
Choppa blew out his brains, we turned that boy to toast
I don't care what you think, imma' call up my bros
And he don't want no beef, the choppa gonna' roast
Hell naw you ain't slime, but we wipin' his nose
Babygirl, I got bands but I know that you know
And my diamonds they dance, got my necklace on froze
He claim that he rich, but I'm really not sold
Turned that boy to a ghost, the choppa took his soul
That's my gang, my slime, can't fall out 'bout no ho
Put that boy in a box like Roddy Rich, I know
If it's freezing outside, I got Moncler my coat
We gon' wipe that boy nose like he catching a cold
(yeah!)
Credits
R2rcam

R2rcam

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