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Slime Mentality Lyrics - Artist : NBA YoungBoy
I need to talk to Mike Lowrey
Hello? This is Mike Lowrey I'm runnin' and I'm runnin' yeah (Dubba-AA Flex) Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, My brother slime My daddy slime, yeah he slime (Louie Bandz made another one) Ayy, how you wanna do it? How you wanna do it nigga? (I'm in here) Ayy 4K Trey, Free D-Dawg I'm on that same shit, ain't nobody safe (This is the sound) Let's Go! Boom bow, pussy bitch don't try to run now Fuck nigga ain't have his head on I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones I've been cooling but these pussy bitches, just won't leave me 'lone Crack you in ya shit just to see what's on yo mind bitch I'm YoungBoy woppin', Kaylyn woppin', yeah, she slime Police on my ass gotta watch the way I'm slidin' He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind Yeah, I pull up acting in a 4-door You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but boy I'm solo And Meechie in the south but still it come and kick yo front door Bro geekin' off that soft but wilding out, bitch if you don't know I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas At a show or anything bitch we gon' hit at you niggas I want them all that's on my dawg, Bitch we gon' get at you niggas P.O blockin', tryna catch a nigga outside I'm thuggin' for real, I tell ya' bitch I cross the low line, I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron Three run down with that Glock 9, muthafuck if they clutchin' They all in trouble I'ma buss mine Hold on, grew up in the fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Motherfuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch we slanging iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, yeah Don't give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they round 'Cause we gon get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Pull on side him, dump a hunnid in a car (Boom bow) Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh) This for dump behind, him we dyin' hard I go by top, get out yo top, I draw the sword Everybody in here sliming with a nigga There ain't no shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb) Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said? He joced off you about your ex and then he dead I'm banging green but I get mad and leave out red I been that nigga, you gon get that through your head Bitch, yeah Grew up in the fire, huh He came out of slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafucka who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, yeah Don't give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they round 'Cause we gon get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Grew up in the fire, huh He came out of slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die) Don't give a fuck 'bout who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, yeah Don't give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town The city know we step on shit And I don't care who they round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch |
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