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free prints - slimegetem lyrics

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[intro]
(striker radio)
slime switch ’em, n*gga
y’all got me back on my switch ’em sh*t, n*gga
slime switch ’em, slime pin ’em, n*gga
bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah

[chorus]
i was comin’ for that jewelry, came with that switch
i was over the jail, in that phone with your b*tch
told her when i come home i’ma make her eat this d*ck
standin’ on all bust down, i was gettin’ free prints
talk about me on stream, ah*ha, you got hit
i ain’t feelin’ no way ’bout no rap n*gga dissin’
on the phone with jodyboof, n*gga, free the whole 6
b*tch, it’s over four hundred, you know that we rich
seen them racks on my twitter, she think i’m a trick
she all up in my face for a free bag of chips
’bout to go buy chanel, drop dump at rick
no watchin’ my moves, so i gotta move swift
n*gga, i gotta move swift ’cause i’m lit
n*gga, i’m too turnt up and i’m rich
my swag be severe, that sh*t jhi be sick
i’ma fail in possession, they tryna make me sick
[verse 1]
ap on my wrist (yeah), [?] my fit
first day i came home, bought a whole jewelry kit
wood floors on that drac’, n*gga, i don’t need no grip
take a look at my pockets, you see all blue strips
take a look at my pockets, that sh*t like thigh pads
i can show you one hundred, n*gga, don’t make me mad
i was walkin’ in tune with my mic’, don’t get stabbed
every week, n*gga, i had been comin’, straight bags
they thought i was done, they thought i had crashed
that lil’ b*tch let me down, i was movin’ too fast
keep talkin’ ’bout feet, n*gga, that sh*t don’t last (bah, bah)
ap on my wrist and that cuban sh*t glass
that switch on my coat and i shoot through the glass
turn your ass into history, put you in the past
tattoos on my body, n*gga, my sh*t on blast, n*gga
(put them runtz in your head, n*gga, i get you smashed)

[chorus]
i was comin’ for that jewelry, came with that switch
i was over the jail, in that phone with your b*tch
told her when i come home i’ma make her eat this d*ck
standin’ on all bust down, i was gettin’ free prints
talk about me on stream, ah*ha, you got hit (ah*ha)
i ain’t feelin’ no way ’bout no rap n*gga dissin’ (bah, bah)
on the phone with jodyboof, n*gga, free the whole 6 (free the whole 6, n*gga)
b*tch, it’s over four hundred, you know that we rich
seen them racks on my twitter, she think i’m a trick
she all up in my face for a free bag of chips (b*tch, get get the f*ck out my face)
’bout to go buy chanel, drop dump at rick
lor watchin’ my moves, so i gotta move sw—
n*gga, i gotta move swift ’cause i’m lit
n*gga, i’m too turnt up and i’m rich
my swag be severe, that sh*t jhi be sick
i’ma fail in possession, they tryna make me sick
[verse 2]
n*gga, i’m havin’ my way (bah)
n*gga, my flows in the gen, in the floor, not no safe (bah, bah)
n*gga, i made this in a day
n*gga, them racks in my pockets, need a belt for my waist
n*gga, i ain’t takin’ no pleas
n*gga, i ain’t takin’ no cops, you know i spent that case
n*gga, and mooney my lawyer
n*gga stood tall in that court, you know his name hold weight

[chorus]
i was comin’ for that jewelry, came with that switch
i was over the jail, in that phone with your b*tch
told her when i come home i’ma make her eat this d*ck
standin’ on all bust downs, i was gettin’ free prints
talk about me on stream, ah*ha, you got hit
i ain’t feelin’ no way ’bout no rap n*gga dissin’
on the phone with jodyboof, n*gga, free the whole 6 (bah)
b*tch, it’s over four hundred, you know that we rich

[outro]
four*hundred thousand, n*gga
n*ggas know it’s over four*hundred thousand, n*gga
they talkin’ ’bout other sh*t, [?] b*tch*ass n*gga
bah, bah, bah, bah, bah

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