[Intro]
Slime
(Young VVS)
Bitch, why you can’t tell me you ain’t love me and you mean it?
(Dubba-AA flex)
You ain’t appreciate shit, ungrateful ass hoe
[Verse 1]
Look, I could tell you, bitch, I love you to death
This depression gettin' the best of me, I really need help
There go my pride jumpin' in, I don’t love you more than myself
Take out my blood out my body, put my heart to the left
(This is the sound)
Been movin' wrong, so I pray for God to order my steps
We get into it and when you leave, I think about how you felt
Get on thе ‘Gram and see you laughin', so I know you don’t care
I ain’t perfect, fuck who dеserve it, I don’t want no one else
I got a temper that’s worser than cancer, if you know me, you know that
Every time that you mad, you tend for to flash and start to approach where the do' at
Like a gun, lotta money, I tote that (Yeah)
Need a direct line, where the coke at? (Woah)
In a Sprite where I gotta po’ a fo’ at (Lean)
Nawfside Baton Rouge, where I post at (Slatt)
“YoungBoy you trippin'’ No, bitch, you trippin'
Why nobody take the time for to do somethin' for me?
(That ain’t true) How you know that?
Bitch, you is the reason why, I wear my heart up on my sleeve
Slime
(Young VVS)
Bitch, why you can’t tell me you ain’t love me and you mean it?
(Dubba-AA flex)
You ain’t appreciate shit, ungrateful ass hoe
[Verse 1]
Look, I could tell you, bitch, I love you to death
This depression gettin' the best of me, I really need help
There go my pride jumpin' in, I don’t love you more than myself
Take out my blood out my body, put my heart to the left
(This is the sound)
Been movin' wrong, so I pray for God to order my steps
We get into it and when you leave, I think about how you felt
Get on thе ‘Gram and see you laughin', so I know you don’t care
I ain’t perfect, fuck who dеserve it, I don’t want no one else
I got a temper that’s worser than cancer, if you know me, you know that
Every time that you mad, you tend for to flash and start to approach where the do' at
Like a gun, lotta money, I tote that (Yeah)
Need a direct line, where the coke at? (Woah)
In a Sprite where I gotta po’ a fo’ at (Lean)
Nawfside Baton Rouge, where I post at (Slatt)
“YoungBoy you trippin'’ No, bitch, you trippin'
Why nobody take the time for to do somethin' for me?
(That ain’t true) How you know that?
Bitch, you is the reason why, I wear my heart up on my sleeve
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