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​super slimey / no goals - 4400dy lyrics

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part 1: “super slimey”

[verse]
(alto, lil’ alto)
all my cars and clothes exotic
get him whacked, you know i’m ’bout it
get that ho, i’m up inside it
wipe his nose, i’m super slimey
slatt slatt, slatt
(a*a*alto on this sh*t, f*ck n*gga)
i’m way ahead, you too behind me
i’m lookin’ rich, i’m loubitonin’
my cl!ck rich, i’m floodin’ wit’ diamonds
my second sh*t, had to change up the climate
he makin’ that story, got internet bodies
this clip long, no wonder they hidin’
i’m in that back of that bach, i’m gone
i’m up in saks and i’m rackin’ up commas
he a regular person, look in they pockets they hurtin’
you wanna get money flip a birdie, i’m up early
get to that trap, i been goin’ and workin’
flippin’ that turkey, puttin’ in work
straight out the dirt
[?] before lil durk
when you talk to me better address me assert
drac in my benz so i know it’s gon’ hurt
frrrr frrrr frrrr, get ya’ first, get ya’ pinched
(it’s surreal gang, lil’ b*tch)
my trap jumpin’, just like vince
i don’t do flows, i ain’t heard of this
yo’ sh*t trash, we ain’t heard of him
ridin’ that maybach, the curtain gon’ bend
i don’t need no friend
i got these hundreds and fifties, no tens
cartier lens, jump out shoot
frrr p*ssy, know i ain’t miss
i’m better than him and him
i’m tryna get m&m’s
they overlookin’ the kid
but i’m 53rd floor lookin’ all over them
you ain’t feel this one p*ssy
i got rich, i don’t wear no stussy
i got rich, i was sellin’ cookies
she got rich off sellin’ p*ssy
wit’ lil’ gavin we scorin’ them buckets
at cvs scorin’ them buckets
them pints on me, i love it
new heights i reach ’em, f*ck ’em
f*ck a label and f*ck they budget
i spent double that off the mud sippin’
i’ma tap in with them drug dealers
[outro: prodigy]
all that other sh*t is garbage, that’s what i mean, son
you know what i’m sayin’? like, get the f*ck out of here, son
sh*t is wack, son
cut it out, please
n0body’s buying it, n0body likes it
you be hurting our ears, that sh*t is annoying
like, stop it, man
just ’cause n*ggas got a chain, some jewelry, and they dress like the motherf*cking part they wanna be, the rappers and sh*t
ayy, cut it out

part 2: “no goals”

[intro]
(lil’ b*tch, haha)

[chorus]
crashed the cedes coupe, i’m swervin’ off the road
i’m tryna get rich like my brother, he sellin’ bowls
yeah, b*tch i came up in it trim, don’t got no goals
lil’ thrax came with that cutter, he wipe his nose
slime slime, wit’ my brother you know how i ride
wit’ my brother you know how i’m comin’
he won’t leave me, he thumpin’
van cleef, my wrist jumpin’
she wanna see chanel, it’s nothin’
my cousin blood, how i’m bomin’
if i slide can i bring the gun in?
nick cannon how i bring them drums in
[verse]
yeah, know you don’t get that
i drop my lo’, where his at?
i got them bowls and flip that
[?] not no tic tac
my fit cost more than benz, yeah
i get them racks no kiddin’
this ho wanna f*ck, she trippin’
33 in my yeezy like pippen
big money so tall no ceiling
dy [?], no sealin’
gotta go up and feed my children
gotta go up and take care of my kid, my son
fishbowl benz, i’m a [?] in one
this money callin’, i’m hearin’ sum’
ain’t n0body put fear in him
and this double r tearin’ up
b*tch, i never had this before
tryna act like i been rich before
this money move but the [?] old
got the game up in a chokehold
this lil’ deal took yo’ hoe
money comin’ in that boatload
might f*ck around let my son go
‘cause you know that’s my baby
beat up the pack, javontay davis
i been gettin’ fried, gettin’ lazy
this maybach feel sp*cious
this a fade away, perfect aimin’
like i’m kodak, i’m picture paintin’
get my zoes in, yeah they hangin’
in the rafters, b*tch i’m the greatest
[chorus]
crashed the cedes coupe, i’m swervin’ off the road
i’m tryna get rich like my brother, he sellin’ bowls
yeah, b*tch i came up in it trim, don’t got no goals
lil’ thrax came with that cutter, he wipe his nose
slime slime, wit’ my brother you know how i ride
wit’ my brother you know how i’m comin’
he won’t leave me, he thumpin’
van cleef, my wrist jumpin’
she wanna see chanel, it’s nothin’
my cousin blood, how i’m bomin’
if i slide can i bring the gun in?
nick cannon how i bring them drums in

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