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slime muzik - lil double 0 lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh, let’s go
n*gga swear that they be slime (yup, yup)
the whole time they’ll get slimed out (double o)
this lil’ ho with me, but she ain’t mine
i know she fine, but she chase clout (chase clout, ho)
you the type of n*gga hit the house at a gang room (denaro)
double r, you sleep in the trap (walk down gang)

[verse]
uh, my b*tch that’s slidin’, that’s puttin’ on for my gang for sho’ (my gang, lil’ ho, let’s go)
uh, lil’ bro gon’ slime you, hop out, heat that drac’, let’s go (hop out, heat the drac’)
uh, walk somethin’ down if you wanna be with me (uh, walk somethin’ down), lil’ baby, show me you gon’ go (show me you move with the gang)
uh, lil’ bruh slidin’ and puttin’ up opps (uh, let’s go), they know that we take souls (let’s go, let’s go)
still on the block posted up every day with them choppers (go), you know we ain’t runnin’ from sh*t
what the f*ck i look like droppin’ a bag? i’m young, lil double get active with switches
b*tch say she ain’t g*y when i showed her the d*ck one time, she got turned to a b*tch
she get top of the percocet pill on top of her tongue (uh), lil’ bruh thought we’d save her, lil’ bruh love you them
you need a k tryna save these b*tches, got two new dracs and the glock got switches
lil’ bruh slidin’, he don’t do missin’, hop out in that cut, hit that b*tch with that sixty
glock thirty*three, no scotti pippen, uh, he caught a body, but don’t like remixin’
gon’ drink this drank ’til i’m dead in the dirt (let’s go), put a pint in my cash ’cause this how i’m livin’ (go, uh, that’s how i’m livin’)
exotic broads and exotic cars (uh, no bap), lil double o star, ain’t speakin’ of ceiling
look more burberry and he pop bars
n*ggas say they gettin’ higher than us, they silly
pour some feelings and pride, i’m tuckin’ the glizzy
i was pourin’ me a liter for a n*gga come k!ll me
n*ggas ain’t really no slime, lil’ bruh, you b*tchin’
how you gangster and you stay missin’? (no bap)
(like, you n*ggas, like literally ain’t k!ll sh*t, let’s go)
uh, n*ggas be cappin’, no whacks, like they real slime, the whole time they block got slid
if they block got cameras, but i got ammo, f*ck it, we slidin’, we shoot with them wickeds
uh, rule number one, if you ever get off on a opp, gotta make sure it ain’t no kids
let’s go, she scream, “4k”, then she prolly my b*tch, i’ve been f*ckin’ a b*tch, let’s go
two young b*tches, they ain’t from the united states, b*tch, you know that they ready for sho’
and my opps, they mad, i’m doin’ this sh*t they can’t, them lil’ n*ggas took, they broke
lil’ double o got in his bag, a ho play with that cash (woah), it’s murder she wrote (double o gang)
run up the racks ’til you can’t no more, drinkin’ on wock’ ’til i can’t no more
don’t f*ck with no n*gga that throw up a four, that’s the main reason i be crackin’ the four
double o got snipers and shooters, they ready to do ya, make one move, then your brain gon’ blow
teach him a lesson, no tutor, this chopper’ll do him
let’s go, jugg and finesse like the old young scooter
[outro]
(denaro, where the love at?)

- lil double 0 lyrics

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