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lirik lagu my slime – bnizz

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[intro]
agh, agh
bnizz productions
i bet you can’t smile like that
slap corn and we slap right back
whoosh
whoosh
i bet you can’t smile like that
slap corn and we slap right back
whoosh
whoosh
brrr, i bet you can’t smile like that
slap*

[chorus]
i didn’t even do road
how do they chat like that?
slap corn and we slap right back (bow, bow)
rip man’s neck, boy you don’t know bad like that
go home and slide right back
rise and attack or bake and frass
hop out the back or hop out the pass
brrr, i bet you can’t smile like that
duh, bro, my slime, my slatt
my*my slime, my slatt (whoosh)
my slime, my slatt
brrr, i bet you can’t smile like that
sapl*slap corn and we slap right back
my*my slime, my slatt (whoosh)
my slime, my slatt
brrr, i bet you can’t smile like that
slap*slap corn and we slap right back

[verse 1]
remember weeks i was chillin’ in the trap, couldn’t get no rest (none)
they see me hop out the ride they’re stressed
rambos wet up, wet up man’s chest
f*ck, how did they clean that mess?
zim*zimma, i ain’t whipping no focus
i’ve been bangin’ on them, you know this
way before heads and shoulders step over there and attack man’s olders
how do they rap like that?
see i rap and i back my chat (bang, bang)
they don’t do road
they don’t know bad like that
see i hop out i tap man’s plaits
see i hop out i tap man’s fade
dot*dot wave everybody get blazed
how they chat my name, really hurts my brain
like you never got chinged like it weren’t by j
drop that b*tch, i’m done with these hoes
mash one work, i’m done with these clothes
just jammed up, i’m done with that pole
emergency, i’m tryna see hoes
take my girl you can run with that thot
run up in yards get bun by that c*ck
pull up on mains like when will it stop
he got chinged, he’s cool with that chop

[chorus]
i didn’t even do road
how do they chat like that?
slap corn and we slap right back (bow, bow)
rip man’s neck, boy you don’t know bad like that
go home and slide right back
rise and attack or bake and frass
hop out the back or hop out the pass
brrr, i bet you can’t smile like that
duh, bro, my slime, my slatt
my*my slime, my slatt (whoosh)
my slime, my slatt
brrr, i bet you can’t smile like that
slap*slap corn and we slap right back
my*my slime, my slatt (whoosh)
my slime, my slatt
brrr, i bet you can’t smile like that
slap*slap corn and we slap right back

[verse 2]
i feel like splasha the nutter
ten times two when i chinged that f*cker
they dashed when i backed that brucka
should’ve greased that, would’ve made them suffer
no chit*chat, done a man like flip*flap
done it in mitch match, done it on ridgeback
i know dipdat i don’t know digdat
fish that, make a man kick back, sit back
dot*dot bang everybody*
dot*dot bang everybody turn athlete
and, we can’t go round in a taxi
true say the dot*dot fill up the backseat
he chats me but i’m badder than he
they chat cash they ain’t got no p
i was in the trap just annie and me and i would’ve never buss it in an addison lee
how you pree that hoe? she’s badder than me
zimma, she want the keys to the bimmer
she wan’ bad man up in her liver (wha, whoosh up in her liver?)
yes, and these kids for her dinner
now listen there girls and gents
they ain’t ever seen 50 like cent
they ain’t ever gripped up man for their friend
they ain’t ever chopped up grams with no peng

[chorus]
i didn’t even do road
how did they chat like that?
slap corn and we slap right back (bow, bow)
rip man’s neck, boy you don’t know bad like that
go home and slide right back
rise and attack or bake and frass
hop out the back or hop out the pass
brrr, i bet you can’t smile like that
duh, bro, my slime, my slatt
my*my slime, my slatt (whoosh)
my slime, my slatt
brrr, i bet you can’t smile like that
slap*slap corn and we slap right back
my*my slime, my slatt (whoosh)
my slime, my slatt
brrr, i bet you can’t smile like that
slap*slap corn and we slap right back

[outro]
fumez the engineer

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