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narkoticz - slimekartier lyrics

pour it up
score it up
fine sh*t, bad b*tch, f*ck it up
riding around town in a bentley truck
okay, i’m booted up
is it wock? lean? the bean or what
i’m off of narcotics, and i’m going psychotic
what was that? i just got a deposit
i’m finna take off, b*tch, just like a rocket
10 out of 10, my b*tch exotic

nah, f*ck that sh*t
i’ma pour up that drink
double cup with the wock or the tris
100k, cartier in my wrist
h*lla bands, how the f*ck i made this
sh*tin’ on n*ggas, and i’m finna take a p*ss
posted up, outside with sticks
posted up, yeah, we going sh*ts
she getting faded, faded
steady taking hits
huh, huh, huh, huh
big gen*five keep it tucked
huh, huh, huh, huh
i’m geeked up
what the f*ck
f*ckin’ that b*tch
she getting stuffed
i copped an amg
and an all black truck
you can’t compete with me
lil’ n*gga, shut up
b*tch, i’m the king of this sh*t
i feel like king tut
yuh, b*tch, yuh, b*tch
missing rick with the vetements
that n*gga never stepped foot in saint laurent
yeah, jump out that b*tch
yeah, i’m finna stunt
somebody give me a blanket
my wrist getting cold
rich lil’ n*gga
my money is old
bending that corner
i feel like ‘zo
i got the fye on the southside, feel like lil o
b*tch, diamonds on my body, they glow
green light, b*tch, i don’t stop i just go
top two b*tch and you know i got gold
not a single crease cause you know i never fold
that sh*t was not tough
what the f*ck was he told
i was only 13
b*tch, when i started to tote
leave a n*gga dead
that’s a tag to your toe
this is the end of the song
it’s my time to go

- slimekartier lyrics

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