Woodpecker lyrics

[Intro]
SlimeGetEm
Slimekillem
Slime
Bah bah bah
I mean Slime pin 'em
Nah, I meant Slime kill 'em
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Know dat

[Verse]
I'm Slimegetem, n*gga—you know I go crazy
I was turnt in the city, that's why n*ggas hate me
The way she eat di*k, that sh*t must be tasty
Collab in designer—I get a lil lazy
Collab designer, Dior and Bottega
Outfit match my, switch—I'm a fire selector
I'm wearing Balenci, b*tch, these ain't Skechers
Mic Drac out the wood—I call it woodpecker

Stop playing with me, n*gga—I come to yo door
Broke n*gga—I know that you poor
I'm shooting my switchy, I'm lеtting shots pour
Hit the ground—I'ma shoot you some more
I'ma shoot you somе more while you down on the floor
Hit yo ass with the mic, put you on bad score
Slimegetem ball hog, and you know I'm tryna score
Keep f*cking this b*tch 'til her pus*y get sore
I'm starting to think I'm too c*cky
My switch put a n*gga on ice like it's hockey
I'm bumping my Drac, shirt started getting rocky
Bro shot at his legs but that n*gga too stocky

I like pus*y but I like money more (I do)
f*ck this b*tch 'til her cervix get tore (I did)
All this sh*t I dismiss, put her in the headboard
Slime pin 'em—done did that before

[Bridge]
Lil bro, you broke—why you keep tryna beef?
You need a haircut—yo sh*t beaty beat
Beaty head-ass boy, you p*ssy
b*tch don’t suck my di*k then try and kiss me

Turnt up now, my old b*tch miss me
Why you try double back? Dumb b*tch, you skimpy
I’m misunderstood—don’t nobody get me
b*tch sucking di*k good like her throat got switchy

b*tch f*cking me good—think she want some Givenchy
Bad b*tches, they love some Chanel
Why you slowing me down? f*ck I look like—a snail?
Still swinging my switch and I'm causing some hell
I'm tucking my Drac—I ain't tucking my tail
I ain't ducking no bum, I'm ducking the jail
sh*t like Call of Duty—I'm on cam for a kill
If I'm robbing you, n*gga—don't move, stay still

[Verse]
I'm Slimegetem, n*gga—you know I go crazy
I was turnt in the city, that's why n*ggas hate me
The way she eat di*k, that sh*t must be tasty
I'm collabing designer—I get a lil lazy
I'm collabing designer, Dior and Bottega
Outfit match my, switch—I'm a fire selector
I'm wearing Balenci, b*tch, these ain't Skechers
Mic Drac out the wood—I call it woodpecker

Stop playing with me, n*gga—I come to yo door
Broke n*gga—I know that you poor
I'm shooting my switchy, I'm letting shots pour
Hit the ground—I'ma shoot you some more
I'ma shoot you some more while you down on the floor
Hit yo ass with the mic, put you on bad score
Slimegetem ball hog, and you know I'm tryna score
Keep f*cking this b*tch 'til her pus*y get sore

[Outro]
(Keep f*cking the sh*t out this b*tch 'til her cervix tore)
(She 'bout to go to the opp—by Allah)
I'ma keep shooting, I'ma keep shooting, I'ma keep shooting
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