FFM Freestyle: Slimesito lyrics

Playboi Carti – «H00DBYAIR»

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All my b*tches had it local
Throwed-off, man, they calling me loco
Rich slime, yeah, you know I been global
I'm in that b*tch, n*gga, takin' photo
I got your b*tch, n*gga takin' a photo
I got your b*tch and she came from Cologne, yeah
I can't f*ck with y'all lil' n*ggas 'cause y'all local
I'm in the club, I'm solo, two Glocks, yeah, I ain't on solo
Damn, all-black Glock, and you know that sh*t is lookin' like Lonely
pus*y ass n*gga, I don't even think that n*gga want smoke
If you see me in public, man I know you gon' choke
I'm cut throat, man I hang a n*gga, hang his head by a rope
I got infinity links on my chain n*gga, I ain't rocking no rope
n*gga, RSG gang and I'm thuggin' this sh*t like Death Row
Yeah, I already know these n*ggas tryna—, all they copy my flow
Damn, I don't even freestyle, but she know how this sh*t go, yeah
I got n*ggas with them thirtys on 'em like they came from the go, yeah
All my shooters, they got red beams and you know they on go, yeah
pus*y n*gga had a show n*gga then he pullin' no show
Damn, I'm in the back of his house n*gga, finna pull a kickdoor, yeah
I got that plata in my pocket, n*gga and that sh*t on the floor, yeah
I don't f*ck with these b*tches man, 'cause them hoes on the floor
Hit his ass up n*gga, now his blood on the floor, yeah
Rich Slime and you know how that sh*t gon' get
Red tips, blue tips and the green tips
I'ma show you some, finna send a missile, b*tch
If I send this hit, then you finna get dismissed
Rich Slime, yeah, you know I'm on that global sh*t
All my n*ggas man, they takin' off like a ship
Yeah, all my n*ggas man, they stayin' in that new sh*t
European whip and I got a foreign b*tch
ROCKET — «Инкассатор»

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FRESCO выше, чем ты думал
I'm on some new sh*t
Hop out that new sh*t, hop out that new whip
I don't even know sh*t
I was locked up, and I ain't learned sh*t
You already know that I'm still the same n*gga
You the type n*gga get locked up, get muzzled
You the type n*gga get locked up go muslim
I don't even trust 'em, I don't even trust 'em
Talkin' my b*tches all f*ckin', no lovin'
Red flag, yeah, you know it stay in right pocket
All of my shooters, they too out of pocket
Dye pack so thick, I don't need no wallet
sh*t, my money so tall, can't fit in the wallet
I'm el jefe, I'm the plug, I'm the socket
My choppa all-black man, you know it look gothic
Damn, my choppa is kickin' that sh*t like karate
Yeah, my life so cold, man I can't trust nobody
n*gga, I want a Bugatti
All I ever wanted was that Glock 18
I don't need switches
Binary trigger you know it's gon' hit
So many b*tches, you know, I'm gon' flip
So many b*tches, you know that they gettin' flipped
n*gga, I don't even trip, all them hoes comin' back around
All my n*ggas—, Fifty round
Hit that n*gga now he dead down
All of my diamonds shinin' like they Pacquiao
Kizaru – «OBUZA»

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Hawky, ha-ha-ha
Spancy be making heats, on God
I been havin' motion, you already know how it's goin'
I got b*tch and it's goin' yeah
I got b*tch and it's goin', n*gga I been have a motion
n*gga you're not important, all of my b*tches they foreign
I get that play in the morning, I send this sh*t in the shipping
I got that b*tch, ayy, ayy
.40 on me, ayy, you know it hit with precision
And that sh*t all in my pocket, you know that sh*t got me [?], yeah
Opp pack, you know that sh*t really hittin'
Damn, I'm on Pointe South, yeah
Yeah, you don't stay in the trenches
You know I stay in the trenches
If you're not a real shooter, you need to keep your distance, yeah
All my sticks they f*cking hittin'
All my b*tches f*cking tricking
I ain't never spend no money on no f*cking b*tches
I got b*tches, they don't do no missin'
I got shooters, they shoot with no missions, yeah
Try to rob me, you gon' fail that mission
n*gga you tryna rob me? n*gga that's a suicide mission
That's a crash-out mission
Ayy, I been goin' real n*gga you know I got sticks
And you know I got fent', I don't even gotta trip, yeah
You know I never trip, ayy
Ayy, go to the next beat, yeah
All of my n*ggas got sticks, brr
All of my n*ggas got sticks, brr
All of my n*ggas got sticks, brr
LILDRUGHILL – «bad romance»

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Yeah, coming off the rip, you know I hit
I got lot of b*tches in Berlin, they on my di*k
AK-47 spit, yeah you know it hit
I got crazy n*ggas, yeah, you know they Ludacris
I got shoo—, yeah, yeah, you know they Ludacris
I got little n*ggas in this sh*t, they lunatic
I got thirty p's, yeah you know that's on my wrist
I'll never give your b*tch not a dollar, b*tch
I ain't never trick, I'm a represent
5013, yeah, you know that they my team
Hit his head wit the—, red beam
Green beam, blue beam, it's the same beam
And you know, I'm on the same block, the same team
I'm a money feind, so you know that I'm cash team
50 band, RSG, pull up in the GLE, with ya' b*tch n*gga, yeah
n*gga, I might slime that n*gga off the f*cking map
Once a n*gga slime you in, ain't no coming back
And you know I'm 50'd up, you can see the flag
All my n*ggas Piru, you can see the flag
Yeah, pulling up like I'm Dame Dash
I was servin' rock up in the street like Dame Dash
Yeah, you know my—, what n*gga? I just pass
And you know I run that plata up, I get it fast
I got euros on me right now
I got pistols on me right now, n*gga
You's a b*tch you need to pipe down, n*gga
Or that sh*t gon' be a man down, n*gga

LAZER DIM 700 - «Laced Max»

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Real street n*gga, I don't gotta say nun'
Real street n*gga, I don't gotta say nun'
I walk up in they spot and I say less
Tough life, I don't even f*ckin' stress
Diamonds on me, yeah, they stayin' on my neck
Real n*gga, yeah, that 9 on my flesh
Mona Lisa, yeah, you know it paint the best
All my shooters, yeah, they paintin' up your chest
Yeah, they gon' f*ckin' paint ya' block
Everyday I'm walkin' with a different Glock
Yhap stick, yeah, I got that Heckler Koch
Yeah, I know you n*ggas be some neighborhood watch
A.K.A. y'all n*ggas really snitchin'
If ya' really snitchin' need to keep y'all distance
Gang on the line and they stady blitzin'
All my n*ggas yeah, they shootin' with precision
All my n*ggas shootin' with no f*ckin' permission
'Cause they some f*ckin' jefes too
n*gga, I'ma f*cking general and loose screw
I don't gotta prove, n*gga I'm a—, yeah
Been jefe, I don't follow no rules
All blues lookin' like it's Blue's Clues
b*tch tryna say that I'm actin' rude
I just say, "b*tch you got a attitude"