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my slime is! - mir blackwell lyrics

uh, look, i was f*cking on a b*tch, before i nut i f*cking left
i don’t care about a hoe, i’m chasing nothing but a check
if i pull up in margiela, then you know i f*cking flex
i don’t want her for the love, i only want her for the s*x
bbw, i like the stomach plumper than the breast
take the nina and i load it, i just dump it like my ex
d*mn, i heard your ex a b*tch, mir, let me grab my tech
i’mma put one in her head and put the other in her chest
d*mn b*tch, stop wearing booty shorts, i might get an erection
me and mir pulling out two glocks up on your section
i donе f*ck too many hoes, i might have an obsession
i just f*ckеd a b*tch while i’m facetiming her best friend
he a throat goat, put the nine in his esophagus
if the b*tch bad, pull her over, this a stop a frisk
kicks off white, cost a k, you ain’t copping it
hit one hundred in the cat, you ain’t stopping it
the glock never jam when i pull up with the bl!cky
b*tch p*ssy real good, it get gushy in the sticky
finna shake and bake on that b*tch, bobby ricky
when i’m pulling out the choppa it’s gon eat, it ain’t picky
she just brought another b*tch, one for mir, that’s a pass back
and shorty made me cum, then she squirt, that’s a blast back
you be telling jokes that these b*tches never laugh at
blade on my side, n*ggas asking where my task at
i f*ck with the coldest hoes, i met her at the poconos
i feel like i’m oddwin, head to wendy’s get a four for four
he get clapped, close the show, you see the toasy i’m toting though
grab a fourty five and take a thirty, i’mma overdose
b*tches tryna get my seven digits, they ain’t close to me
i feel like omarion, like b*tch, that’s how it’s supposed to be
he don’t want no smoke with me, i always keep the toast in reach
i feel like i’m gudda cause i got her n*gga grocery
your b*tch be slobbing meat and she eat a glob of s*m*n
my homies don’t dance in the club, we steady bob and weaving
i said it’s time for reaping, you better find a deacon
cause you ain’t gojo, n*ggas, how you gon survive a demon
my n*ggas thriving eating, you know my slime is breeton
i told em don’t open your mouth when you see bosses speaking
and i’m so holy, when i enter church i rob the deacon
i point the beam up in the air, but this is not a beacon

- mir blackwell lyrics

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