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Slimed In Lyrics Meanings
by Young Thug
feat. Nechie


Slimed In Lyrics

What's your kind then, yeah, my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don't spell things, knock 'em off
What's your kind then, yeah, my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don't spell things, knock 'em off

Fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?), we won't walk (we won't walk)
Take 'em down, knock 'em off (knock 'em off)
Yeah my slimes in, I was born tinted
You can see who in it, presidential limit
You can see we winnin', fuck you thought?
I put VVS' in my mouth
Straight out the South, I got clout
I'm with chain gang, don't take no mouth
You ain't gang gang gang, take 'em out
I got gang for a lane, fuck you thought?
Bitch, I'm slicker than a muh, get it out the soil
Insane with them cutters who want war with the boy

What's your kind then, yeah, my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don't spell things, knock 'em off
What's your kind then, yeah, my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don't spell things, knock 'em off I'm in Balmain, it didn't cost a thing
I'm not 2 Chainz, I got four to
I bust your brain, since we speaking of brain
Make your hoe give brain, then get lost
I paint her face, you can call me Cozy
Fuck a Ric Flair, I got seventy Rollies
I rock big checks, Chinchilla minks, when she cozy
You ain't gang gang gang gang gang, why you talkin'?
I bought twenty cars for every year that I was walkin'
Made her get an abortion, she ain't nothing but a thottie and I got
Way better bitches 'round I can lock in
I'm still bossin'

What's your kind then, yeah, my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don't spell things, knock 'em off
What's your kind then, yeah, my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don't spell things, knock 'em off

Nechie slang slang slang, ain't gon' waste no time
Boy, you ain't my kind, I eat cheese, you drop dimes
Pretty diamonds on my neck, my wrist, my ear
Nechie Houdini, I make them disappear (oh yeah)
Get you knocked out (nah), cut the top out (off)
Fuck twelve, yeah, we smashin' on a cop car
I'm out on bail sippin' clean, yeah, that real raw
I'm a thug, I don't give no damn about no DA or no judge
I get it out the mud (yeah yeah)
Step off in your club and throw a dub (yeah yeah)
Give 'em hell, I might call Lil Baby for a bail, don't need no scale
Southside youngin' on my side on the mill

Writer(s): Nechie, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Turbo Turbo
Copyright(s): Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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