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Love my slime ball

Love my slime ball yea

Racks, bands

I make that hoe dance

I wont fuck no dancer

She clap wit no hands

Stack them fucking racks up

Whole team got plans

Kick that bit right out the spot I had her tweaking off them xans, yuh

They like "where the hoes"

They b all on me

My niggas ain't gon fold

They gon shoot for free

He say "im tryna get like bro"

Yea but bro tryna get like me

Push that bitch if wont even go

My slime he gon go

My left wrist like go go gadget

Bitch im in that mode

I don't even got no friends or nothing

Bitch I hang with soldiers

Or my brothers

Only got each other

Nigga you a busta

I know you'll get bussedup

Fuckboy don't get bussed at

Bullets flying in n out yo car it be like what's that

Nigga want some smoke w me n my gang better bring hazmats

Bring that big bag

Fuck em wit his dead ass

Ain't no way you deadass

Mad cause he so broke man

He want racks or something

Ok what a joke man

Never needed you im better off alone man

Ima stand on all ten

I can do it on my own man

Racks, bands

I make that hoe dance

I wont fuck no dancer

She clap wit no hands

Stack them fucking racks up

Whole team got plans

Kick that bit right out the spot I had her tweaking off them xans, yuh

They like "where the hoes"

They b all on me

My niggas ain't gon fold

They gon shoot for free

He say "im tryna get like bro"

Yea but bro tryna get like me

Push that bitch if wont even go

My slime he gon go