Drake - Slime You Out (feat. SZA) lyrics

I don't know
I don't know what's wrong with you girls
I feel like y'all don't need love
You need somebody
Who could micro-manage you
You know what I'm sayin'?
Tell you right from wrong
Who's smart from who's the fool
Which utensil to use for which food, like
I got a schedule to attend to though
I can't really

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You bitches really get carried away
Makin' mistakes then you beg me to stay
Got me wiggin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae
You got my mind in a terrible place

Whipped and chained you like American slaves
Act like you not used to Sheraton stays
I met the nigga you thought could replace
How were there even comparisons made?

Bitch, next time
I swear on my grandmother grave
I'm slimin' you for them kid
Choices you made
Slimin' you out
Slimin' you out
Slimin' you out

Ayy!
This ain't the littest I could get on you bitches
Send wires on wires on wires, like Idris
You lucky that I don't take back what was given
I could have you on payment plan 'til you're hundred and fifty

And my slime right here,
She got some bars for y'all niggas
So I'ma fall back
And let SZA talk her shit for a minute
Slimin' you out
Slimin' you out
Slime

Damn!
These niggas got me so twisted
How the fuck you so real
But play bitch on my line?
I can feel what you spendin'
Got too much pride to let
No burnt nigga slime me out

Pull up, go ride about, my night, got time
Let's discuss all those lies about

Frontin' out here, like you dickin' me out
And I ain't even comin', numbin' it out
And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about
And I can spin the ho, I'm airin' it out

I'm goin' on like a sawed-off

You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin'
But with me, you know doin' all that shit
You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off
But with me, you know I'm gon' get it all

How you niggas get so carried away?
Trippin' when that dick is barely third place
Fucked out of pity, it's cute that you lame
Dip 'cause it's mid, I can't fake liking sex

Slimin' you out
I'm slimin' you out
I'm slimin' you out
Oh-woah, - woah

Yeah!

January
You pretend to see life clearly, yearly
February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside
For the fantasy of gettin' married, very scary
March got you already second guessin' titles

April
Spring is here and just like a spring you start to spiral
May brings some warmer days
Poolside, gettin' very tan
June have you movin' ice cold
Goin' back and forth with a married man
July, that's when I found out you lied

August
It was "Baby this," "Baby that," like you had your tubes tied
September, we fallin' off, but I'm still the man you tryna win over
October is all about me 'cause your turn should've been over
November, got your moodboardin' for next year and you're single
December the gift givin' month and now you wanna rekindle, I

Tryna build trust, showin' me your DMs, how they tryna bag you
Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news
Get a nigga hit for fifty racks, girl, the beef cost like it's Wagyu
Get a nigga hit, I'll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon

Shout to QC, pretty sure I made P Ms like it's past noon
All I really know is Ws and Ms, life lookin' like a bathroom
All I really know is M bags, like I drove through and ordered fast food
Sayin' that I'm too guarded with my feelings
Who the fuck even asked you?

Seven bodyguards, just in case somebody
Really wanna try and crash through
Don't know why I listen to you when I
Hear you talkin' to me, it's some half truth
If I don't pay your rent, it end up like a old hairstyle
Girl, that's past due
If I don't

Ah, ah, that's as far as I got