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bleachers - slimegetem lyrics

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[intro]
(yoyotheproducer)
bah, bah, bah, bah
slimegetem, n*gga, y’all know i’m comin’, n*gga
y’all know i’m comin’, ain’t all that (bah)
straight to bumpin’, n*gga (bah, bah, bah)
f*ck n*gga, f*ck all the top b*tch*ass n*ggas (bah, bah, bah, bah)
it’s smoke with the whole city, n*gga
i think everybody wanna shut the f*ck up right now, this sh*t is gettin’ serious, n*gga
definitely gettin’ serious, n*gga, you know—, sh*t gettin’ serious (bah)
got me a f*ckin’ switch, n*gga (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

[chorus]
n*gga, get off my d*ck tryna run from this switch (brrt, brrt, brrt)
you ain’t mad ’bout no blood, you mad ’bout a b*tch
you ain’t mad ’bout no money, n*gga mad ’bout a feature (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
when i carry this drac’, i feel like the reaper
hit your ass with that mic, put your ass in the bleachers (bah)
n*gga, i hit you with this f*ckin’ mic, put your b*tch ass out the game, n*gga (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

[verse]
sit on the f*ckin’ bleachers, zpap, n*gga
hit you with this mic, put your ass out the game (bah)
my drizzy a dragon, this b*tch shootin’ flames
way i walk with this drac’ think i need me a k
hit your ass with that switch, you gon’ need you a drac’ (brrt)
get f*cked by three dracs, we gon’ run us a train
get f*cked by three dracs, n*gga, it’s gon’ be like n*gga runnin’ train on your b*tch ass
you gon’ be runnin’ then, n*gga
n*ggas broke and they dirty, these n*ggas ain’t nothin’
this sh*t’ll get ugly, this sh*t get disgusting
bro bumpin’ that drac’, he look a russian (bah, bah, bah)
we’ll brushin’ that glock, you know its a b*tton
get hit by this ****, you huffin’ and puffin’
i got me a switch, i ain’t doin’ no duckin’ (brrt)
i’m with all my slimes, we leave sh*t sufferin’
my drizzy a bull, you know this sh*t bumpin’
my b*tton ain’t black, my b*tton is chrome
my drac’ got the one and the black is two*tone
they’ll sh*t on your homie, go head, act grown
you got tough with your men, you get cracked all alone
hit you car with this drac’, you don’ need autozone
switch sound like a snake, turn your ass to some stone (brrt)
layin’ down with that drac’, how you get into p*rn (bah)
i ain’t right in the head, n*gga, everything wrong
[chorus]
n*gga, get off my d*ck tryna run from this switch (brrt, brrt, brrt)
you ain’t mad ’bout no blood, you mad ’bout a b*tch (bah)
you ain’t mad ’bout no money, n*gga mad ’bout a feature (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
when i carry this drac’, i feel like the reaper
hit your ass with that mic, put your ass in the bleachers (bah)
n*gga, i hit you with this f*ckin’ mic, put your b*tch ass out the game, n*gga (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

[outro]
[?], pick your poison, n*gga (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
bah, bah
we got h*llpup, zpaps
f*ckin’ b*ttons, everything, all this sh*t sh*t clap, n*gga
(brr, bah, brr, bah)
that’s all you gon’ hear
(brr, bah, bah, brr, brr, bah)

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