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Slime Shit (feat. Yak Gotti, Duke & Peewee Roscoe)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Duke
Duke
Vocals
PeeWee Roscoe
PeeWee Roscoe
Vocals
Yak Gotti
Yak Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Ricky Harrell Jr
Ricky Harrell Jr
Songwriter
Arnold Martinez
Arnold Martinez
Songwriter
Deamonte Kendrick
Deamonte Kendrick
Songwriter
JIMMY WINFREY
JIMMY WINFREY
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ricky Racks
Ricky Racks
Producer

Lyrics

Slatt, ayy, get out your motherfuckin' seat to this one, you know? Slatt, slatt, slatt Hunnid rounds in a Tahoe, nigga, lightin' up your tacos, ayy Give him surgery, no lipo, they don't blame that bitch for pullin' ya down Pull up to a nigga town, I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey Drinkin' Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey Cookin' white brick, hey-hey, bricks and Bales shit, hey-hey Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich I-I go ape shit, 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 licks, hey-hey Slime or get slimed (slatt), maniac don't have a mind (yeah) These niggas be bitches, a lotta 'em snitchin', a lotta 'em droppin' a dime (you know it) I come to the point in my life (you know it), that I just want one of my wives (yeah) I think that I want that new Spider (I think), we rich so I know they dislike us (you know it) I'm so too legit (yeah), on some Hammer shit Diamonds dancin', bitch, YSL, VVS (slatt) In the VIP and I got that pistol on my hip (you dig) You prayin' that you live (you dig), I'm prayin' that I hit (you dig) Hey, this that slime shit (slatt), need a slime bitch (ayy) Compromise shit (woo), down to ride shit (woo) Fuck-fuck the police (fuck 'em), in a high speed (skrrt) Let her out on Bleve' (Bleve'), let her out on Bleve' (blat) Hunnid rounds in a Tahoe, nigga, lightin' up your tacos, ayy Give him surgery, no lipo, down, man, that bitch will pull you down Pull up to a nigga town, I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey Drinkin' Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey Cookin' white brick, hey-hey, bricks and bales shit, hey-hey Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich I-I go ape shit, 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 licks, hey-hey Got banana clip for all these niggas actin' monkey (bananas) These niggas amateurs in these skreet, they need hooked on phonics Got ten trap spots, they bunkin', all of 'em doin' numbers They just be talkin', I swear these lil' fuck niggas don't want it I ranned up my money and I'm still in the trenches Workin' calculators, when we fuck with weight, we call 'em benches Got Bergalo and Troupe, they with me (they real neighborhoods) Bang a neighborhood, 60s, 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 damn zone (I'm high) Thousand dollars on cologne All these extras, I bought me a home, and it's big like a dome Hol' up, country boy callin' my phone (brr, man I just saw 'em) Hunnid rounds in a Tahoe, nigga, lightin' up your tacos, ayy Give him surgery, no lipo, down, man, that bitch will pull you down Pull up to a nigga town, I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey Drinkin' Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey Cookin' white brick, hey-hey, bricks and bales shit, hey-hey Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich I-I go ape shit, 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 licks, hey-hey This that slime shit, this that mob shit This that hunnid thousand dollars do the job shit Down to die 'bout this rap shit 'cause it's too much money They say we gettin' money, now these niggas actin' funny And they all fake like some bitch titties Tell they bitch another lie 'cause we ain't fuckin' wit' 'em And they groupie niggas and they ho type Fuck the judge, YSL, this that mob life We got these bankrolls on us, we in Vegas Now I ain't goin' back and forth with y'all Hello? Yeah, I'ma bet me a hunnid thousand Ayy, all motherfuckin' hunnids, huh, shit, yeah, put me up
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Ricky Harrell, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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