lirik lagu slimegoon9 - intro freestyle
[intro]
[?]
slimegoon
aye man, drop that sh~t 30
[verse]
king of the jungle, i got no problem to bust you
white chalk an opp it ain’t nothin’
i keep me a beam for a runner
these n~ggas broke they should run us
you got to run up your money
i’m in the trap with my brothers
young paid n~gga came through with a hundred
go to mexico the block gettin’ flooded
i went to sleep ’cause my cup was too muddy
in the trap wakin’ up to the money
brick touchdown i’m whippin’ the [?]
she wanna meet a lover i just wanna f~ck her
can’t rob me ’cause i ain’t goin’ for nothin’
glock 30s i swear i’m not bluffin’
out in the open i’m servin’ the junkies
every plug in the city want to front me
[?] his gun confess to [?]
buy some new drip might fly out to london
bricks [?] n~gga a dummy
he beefin’ with me ’cause i’m servin’ his mother
my b~tch say “slime you got to learn how to smuggle”
brand new plug threw three off the muscle
shot that cut that six off the [?]
ain’t have my stick got hit by knuckle
he felt that heat he got hit by the devil
f~ck a deal, i don’t need no leverage
where the junkies at? i’m givin’ out ecstasy
he threw it my way he know that i’m catchin’
brinks truck ride past n~gga it’s a [?]
somebody send shots at me i need answers
b~tch gave me head i think her name amber
knock her down put her head in the mattress
sweet l!ck found all the racks in the mattress
f~ckin’ with me her racks got [?]
he ain’t sendin’ shots so he ain’t a factor
pull up on any block get this sh~t clappin’
leave that boy drowin’ i feel like a captain
12 on my line and i ain’t gon’ [?]
he in the courtroom singin’ like the jacksons
we on the frontline waitin’ for the action
he ain’t believe me but i made this sh~t happen
my white b~tch got all the pounds in the attic
straight gas sh~t boof out the plastic
free smoke n~gga who want to have it?
shot from the three i know it’s a basket (bah~bah)
headshot put him in a casket
them n~ggas some b~tches now they white flaggin’
i love designer spent ten on my fashion
i pray to catch him when i’m ridin’ in traffic
i told me a yung n~gga he got it and blast him
i’m in the trap really whippin’ the [?]
i throw that b~tch then bro better catch ’em
rob the n~gga on the strip he was flexin’
meet me in person don’t send me no message
f~ckin’ her face got her geekin’ for seconds
free all of my n~ggas i know that they stressin’
spin on his block i’ma teach him a lesson (slime)
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