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Future, Metro Boomin - Slimed In (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Prince85
Prince85
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm just on some slime shit, I'm back on that slime stuff You know what I'm sayin'? I don't care nothin' 'bout this superstardom shit, you know? Yeah, yeah That's on God Yeah, yeah All my hoes gettin' slimed in, niggas ain't on no slimy shit All my hoes from Thailand, ho know a nigga got a water wrist All my hoes in the widebody Pick my ho up in the widebody Eat it right up and don't cry 'bout it All my hoes get time out All your hoes gettin' slimed out The AP store, we buy 'em out Marni on Marni, go headfirst All my hoes wear Chanel sandals White on your toes, that's good manners Chanaynay black, goin' bandana All my hoes take the whole thing High-top Maybach, cocaine 2025 on the leg trip Scorchin' fire, no Pyrex Hit me on WhatsApp, direct KitKat pant, went chocolate Patek water, I train her Pass that bag, gotta train her Cuban, let's link, I chain her She throwin' up rackies, I train her All my hoes, they gang members All these pills got 'caine in him Dog food, probably got pain in 'em Curved that goofy, he ain't him Told you these hoes on my time Put him on ice, go Einstein Yeah, yeah All my hoes gettin' slimed in, niggas ain't on no slimy shit All my hoes from Thailand, ho know a nigga got a water wrist All my hoes in the widebody Pick my ho up in the widebody Lil' bitty ho, I sign shit Yeah, yeah, ask these niggas, who run shit? Lil' bitty ho, I sign shit All my hoes love convicts Ain't no love, we chop shit Passport stamp, exhausted Lounge on the island, a bad one Sand on the beach, I bag one Walk through the store like ransom Clutchin' the gat, go blast it Benjamin Franks, elastic Bury your dog, casket Bought out the mall, trappin' Go against the laws, a thousand percent Squeezin' on stall, one-thousand percent It's over, you fall, one-thousand percent Stand over your dog, one-thousand percent I'm over this shit, one-thousand percent I'm slimin' out shit, one-thousand percent I get it, I print it, one-thousand percent Bitch love how I'm livin', one-thousand percent I'm just on some slime shit, I'm back on that slime stuff You know what I'm sayin'? I don't care nothin' 'bout this superstardom shit, you know? Yeah, yeah That's on God Yeah, yeah All my hoes gettin' slimed in, niggas ain't on no slimy shit All my hoes from Thailand, ho know a nigga got a water wrist All my hoes in the widebody Pick my ho up in the widebody Richer than a ho, she a bird bitch Call her up now, she workin' Pull up to the stu', she twerkin' I'm poppin' my big one, you know that Steppin' on a nigga like doormat All my shooters run a four flat Wideboy skrrr through, Hellcat Walk a nigga down for a tall stack
Writer(s): Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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