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Slime Examination
2,075
Hip-Hop/Rap
Slime Examination was released on December 26, 2025 by Cegular Records as a part of the album I Been Still Dealing With My Pain
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Release DateDecember 26, 2025
LabelCegular Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM155

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Know we)
This Atlanta, ****
(Know we livin' lavish)
Slatt, slatt
Bitch-ass ****
[Chorus]
They like, yeah, "Baby boy done got his racks up"
And I'm like fuck it, I pick that bitch up in a black truck
I woke up next day, I don't remember shit, I took too damn much
If some blatt-ass **** try this shit, you know I'll blam somethin'
Geeked as fuck, I'm on drugs and this dope in my damn lungs
Fuck that boy, we send slugs when we fuckin' catch him
She like fuck it, damn, that's cold, guess I'm onto the next one
Yeah, bitches come and go, so I can't never sweat 'em
[Verse 1]
Yeah, Balenciaga boots, bitch, I feel like Omega
She told me tell the truth and I told this bitch, "Never"
Yeah, yeah, never, yeah, uh, never
Yeah, the bitch not special
Yeah, in Miami fucked up, so I'm never leavin' my metal, yeah
I put that fye on somethin', the fuck wanna try? I dare 'em, yeah (Slimeball)
Oh, he sweet, slimed him for his shit so clever, yeah
She want me to chase her, but I might not catch her, yeah
Broke-ass bitches got me in they mentions, spread germs, yeah
I can't stick my dick inside that bitch, it might burn, yeah
Hit your fuckin' block, we in that box, it's gon' swerve
For the thousandth fuckin' time, bitch, you gettin' on my nerves
These **** hoes in the streets, back then, was nerds, yeah
**** play pussy, put his dick in the dirt, yeah
Rappin' 'bout them choppers, show a **** it'll hurt (Grrt)
Young **** swing that stick with hockey mask like he on Percs
I ain't sellin' bitches dreams, bitch, I'm sellin' nightmares
Steppin' in Balenci', I get dripped like I don't care (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
****, play who? ****, face you (Bah)
Alright, Margiela drippin' in my bloody shoes
And these **** too late, they in the waiting room
Yeah, fuckin' up a check became a new move
Yeah, just FaceTimed ma dukes, check out my new shoes
Yeah, gave her twenty racks and she like, "Ooh, ooh"
Yeah, she like, "Baby boy, do what you do"
But watch out for these **** 'cause they hate too
And watch out for these bitches 'cause they snake too
Way, baby, way, baby
I been out the way, baby, tryna run up K's lately
You be talkin' 'bout other hoes, but you my main lady
Know that I'ma blow, but I won't let the fame change me
[Chorus]
They like, yeah, "Baby boy done got his racks up"
And I'm like fuck it, I pick that bitch up in a black truck
I woke up next day, I don't remember shit, I took too damn much
If some blatt-ass **** try this shit, you know I'll blam somethin'
Geeked as fuck, I'm on drugs and this dope in my damn lungs
Fuck that boy, we send slugs when we fuckin' catch him
She like fuck it, damn, that's cold, guess I'm onto the next one
Yeah, bitches come and go, so I can't never sweat 'em
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Babystaydown
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