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lirik lagu drego & beno – slimed out

[intro]
are you in the mafia?

[verse 1: beno]
walked in the club
ten, twenty, thirty b-tches, dawg, and they thick as f-ck
man, they so drunk, man, these f-ckers drunk
she whispered in my ear, told her turn her up, turn her up
caught an opp in the car, burn it up, burn it up
walkin’ out the club, it’s the end of the party and i’m throwin’ up, throwin’ up, uh

[verse 2: drego]
catch your -ss twistin’ fingers, what you throwin’ up? uh
catch your -ss at the light, glock throwin’ up, throwin’ up
i p-ss your b-tch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck
free my n-gg- lonnie bands, we was goin’ up
bay walked in, lemon chain, got us blowed as f-ck
yeah, we all rollin’ up, it’s like a hundred blunts
b-tch, it’s gon’ take a half a year just to run it up
n-gg- see me out, yeah, with money, you know he chris tuck
n-gg- mistake me for giannas, all about a buck
yeah, b-tch, we came from broad days, we didn’t give a f-ck

[verse 3: damjonboi]
heard the opps in that b-tch, i’m still shootin’ up
sprayed the whole gas station, tried to blew ’em up
lights h-ttin’ off the ice, b-tches know it’s up
damjonboi in this b-tch, now it’s goin’ up
b-mped into my lil’ blooda on the eight
poured up in unc’ house, blew a ‘wood and got a play

[verse 4: beno]
man, lil’ b-tch, told her bag my sh-t up
the b-tch was actin’ dumb so i smacked that b-tch up
snuck the ar in the club, had to wrap that b-tch up

[verse 5: damedot]
walked in the club
ten, twenty, thirty racks on me, dawg, i’m rich as f-ck
she whispered in my ear she gon’ give it up, give it up
i whispered in her ear, “b-tch, i’m a hundred up, hundred up”
this vlone shirt a one of one, one of one
when she turned around twerkin’, smacked her on her b-tt
she tryna take it off, say she burnin’ up, burnin’ up
now her nipples out and she turnin’ up, turnin’ up
pull them choppers out, we don’t knuckle up, knuckle up
and y’all know the route, put ’em on a bus

[verse 6: bandgang paid will]
yeah, put ’em on a bus
she was just a bad b-tch, turned her to a sl-t
all i want is the bag, she just wanna f-ck
we got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks
yeah, i’m sipping akorn, this b-tch getting drunk
and all a n-gg- know is run it up
we can’t have a conversation, you ain’t a hundred up
all these b-tches on my head, they hear i’m bomin’ up

[verse 7: shredgang mone]
shirt off, you see the shred tatted on my stomach
ridin’ with this kel-tec, it got a hundred somethin’
and the clip hangin’ from it like a cinnabon
chopper bullets comin’ out look like some midgets runnin’
left him on a sh-tbag when it hit his stomach, p-ssy

[verse 8: shredgang horse]
laptop bag, no computer, it’s a draco in it
sixty shots on it, bro, i paint a n-gg-
i don’t say what up ’cause i don’t play with n-gg-s
hate rats, why the f-ck god make them n-gg-s?
free stone, only run with them takers, n-gg-

[verse 9: shredgang strap]
shred, and everything heavy
made his time end, knocked a n-gg- out his prezi
money mitch sh-t, i put slugs in his belly
caught him talkin’ on the telephone and left him on telly
my shooter set go like he ain’t hear the ready
could hide the whole motherf-ckin’ chop in this pelle

[verse 10: bandgang lonnie bands]
shh, hold on, hold on
b-tch, i’m back home, what the f-ck you thought? huh
told the feds i’m deaf as h-ll, man, i can’t talk, huh
heard the opps was celebrating when i got caught, huh
i bet they ain’t too happy now, they mans knocked off
hey, and they other mans can’t walk, hey
walk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up
b-tch on the stage tryna f-ck f-ck
hold on, hold on, and i got my xd tucked tucked
and i got my razor on me, b-tch, don’t get cut cut
huh, get a lawyer, my whole stash, now i’m broke as f-ck
i ain’t gon’ lie, you gettin’ robbed if you ain’t one of us, huh
i walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up
man, i just hope this sh-t ain’t fake as f-ck

[verse 11: bandgang masoe]
hoo, out in oakland by the deli
and we got more blues than the intro to belly
i’m ridin’ with a b, this b-tch prettier than sh-lly
out in oakland crop shoppin’, buyin’ whatever they’ll sell me
four in one pop, this b-tch drunker than a pepsi
i love my fiend lisa, b-tch got more money than leslie
twenty on me now, n-gg-, jaylen ramsey
i’m somewhere in a tower gettin topped by a fancy
money

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