FREE SLIME / SEXY GIRLS Unknown T & Lancey Foux
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[Part I: FREE SLIME]
[Intro: Unknown T]
(M1OnTheBeat, M1OnTheBeat)
Tst, grrt, baow (Uh)
Grrt, baow
Listen
[Chorus: Unknown T]
I'm too blown, but I'm still on road
I'm too known, but I'm still Unknown
Look, I turn blood, sweat, and tears into diamonds
My nigga sat down, now he's back home
The mandem got free, Slime like Thugger
You hear that bine explode (Baow), the corn might fly through your dome
Ask the neighbours, outside's cold
[Verse: Unknown T]
Roll deep, take charge, and press (Uh)
The homicide team never have no rest
Now, who wants beef? Back up, or get bun up, I got cubans on my neck (Look)
Been governin' cats while mixin' the rex
If you don't want drama, give the address
Weekdays rotate my ting from uptown, I like mine short, thick ass with breasts
This gunman life got my sweet one vex'
I been outside, girl, give me a rest (Tst)
I hate when the jakes jump out by surprise then scream out, "You're under arrest" (Mhm-mhm)
Cute ones on fleak, no weave, I'm impressed
My lifestyle Gd up, I must confess
Mazzeens made opp boys look all depressed, that's a L that they can't digest (Ugh)
Shoot them plaits, aim for the head
After bine gets flung, bare brain cells dead
Alas, it's us at the top of the Prem', but we still scream, "Rest up Shegz"
Call this endless war, let's blast at the Z
If we ain't got a car, then stick it on 'ped
Hella man been slapped or cheffed (Err), they got no arms, just legs (Err)
[Intro: Unknown T]
(M1OnTheBeat, M1OnTheBeat)
Tst, grrt, baow (Uh)
Grrt, baow
Listen
[Chorus: Unknown T]
I'm too blown, but I'm still on road
I'm too known, but I'm still Unknown
Look, I turn blood, sweat, and tears into diamonds
My nigga sat down, now he's back home
The mandem got free, Slime like Thugger
You hear that bine explode (Baow), the corn might fly through your dome
Ask the neighbours, outside's cold
[Verse: Unknown T]
Roll deep, take charge, and press (Uh)
The homicide team never have no rest
Now, who wants beef? Back up, or get bun up, I got cubans on my neck (Look)
Been governin' cats while mixin' the rex
If you don't want drama, give the address
Weekdays rotate my ting from uptown, I like mine short, thick ass with breasts
This gunman life got my sweet one vex'
I been outside, girl, give me a rest (Tst)
I hate when the jakes jump out by surprise then scream out, "You're under arrest" (Mhm-mhm)
Cute ones on fleak, no weave, I'm impressed
My lifestyle Gd up, I must confess
Mazzeens made opp boys look all depressed, that's a L that they can't digest (Ugh)
Shoot them plaits, aim for the head
After bine gets flung, bare brain cells dead
Alas, it's us at the top of the Prem', but we still scream, "Rest up Shegz"
Call this endless war, let's blast at the Z
If we ain't got a car, then stick it on 'ped
Hella man been slapped or cheffed (Err), they got no arms, just legs (Err)
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