Ham Sandwich (USA) - MY SLIME IS! lyrics
[Ham Sandwich USA - MY SLIME IS! lyrics]
Uh, look, I was fucking on a bitch
Before I nut I fucking left
I don't care about a hoe
I'm chasing nothing but a check
If I pull up in Margiela
Then you know I fucking flex
I don't want her for the love
I only want her for the sex
BBW, I like the stomach
Plumper than the breast
Take the Nina and I load it
I just dump it like my ex
Damn, I heard your ex a bitch, Mir
Let me grab my Tech
I'mma put one in her head and
Put the other in her chest
Damn bitch, stop wearing booty shorts
I might get an erection
Me and Mir pulling out two
Glocks up on your section
I donе fuck too many hoes
I might have an obsession
I just fuckеd a bitch while
I'm facetiming her best friend
He a throat GOAT
Put the nine in his esophagus
If the bitch bad, pull her over
This a stop a frisk
Kicks off white, cost a K
You ain't copping it
Hit one hundred in the cat
You ain't stopping it
The Glock never jam when I
Pull up with the blicky
Bitch pussy real good
It get gushy in the sticky
Finna shake and bake on that bitch
Bobby Ricky
When I'm pulling out the choppa it's gon eat
It ain't picky
She just brought another bitch, one for Mir
That's a pass back
And shorty made me cum, then she squirt
That's a blast back
You be telling jokes that these
Bitches never laugh at blade on my side
Niggas asking where my task at
I fuck with the coldest hoes
I met her at the Poconos
I feel like I'm Oddwin
Head to Wendy's get a four for four
He get clapped, close the show
You see the toasy I'm toting though
Grab a fourty five and take a thirty
I'mma overdose
Bitches tryna get my seven digit's
They ain't close to me
I feel like Omarion, like bitch
That's how it's supposed to be
He don't want no smoke with me
I always keep the toast in reach
I feel like I'm Gudda cause
I got her nigga grocery
Your bitch be slobbing meat and she
Eat a glob of semen
My homies don't dance in the club
We steady bob and weaving
I said it's time for reaping
You better find a deacon
Cause you ain't Gojo, niggas
How you gon survive a demon
My niggas thriving eating
You know my Slime is Breeton
I told em don't open your mouth
When you see bosses speaking
And I'm so holy
When I enter church I rob the deacon
I point the beam up in the air
But this is not a beacon
Before I nut I fucking left
I don't care about a hoe
I'm chasing nothing but a check
If I pull up in Margiela
Then you know I fucking flex
I don't want her for the love
I only want her for the sex
BBW, I like the stomach
Plumper than the breast
Take the Nina and I load it
I just dump it like my ex
Damn, I heard your ex a bitch, Mir
Let me grab my Tech
I'mma put one in her head and
Put the other in her chest
Damn bitch, stop wearing booty shorts
I might get an erection
Me and Mir pulling out two
Glocks up on your section
I donе fuck too many hoes
I might have an obsession
I just fuckеd a bitch while
I'm facetiming her best friend
He a throat GOAT
Put the nine in his esophagus
If the bitch bad, pull her over
This a stop a frisk
Kicks off white, cost a K
You ain't copping it
Hit one hundred in the cat
You ain't stopping it
The Glock never jam when I
Pull up with the blicky
Bitch pussy real good
It get gushy in the sticky
Finna shake and bake on that bitch
Bobby Ricky
When I'm pulling out the choppa it's gon eat
It ain't picky
She just brought another bitch, one for Mir
That's a pass back
And shorty made me cum, then she squirt
That's a blast back
You be telling jokes that these
Bitches never laugh at blade on my side
Niggas asking where my task at
I fuck with the coldest hoes
I met her at the Poconos
I feel like I'm Oddwin
Head to Wendy's get a four for four
He get clapped, close the show
You see the toasy I'm toting though
Grab a fourty five and take a thirty
I'mma overdose
Bitches tryna get my seven digit's
They ain't close to me
I feel like Omarion, like bitch
That's how it's supposed to be
He don't want no smoke with me
I always keep the toast in reach
I feel like I'm Gudda cause
I got her nigga grocery
Your bitch be slobbing meat and she
Eat a glob of semen
My homies don't dance in the club
We steady bob and weaving
I said it's time for reaping
You better find a deacon
Cause you ain't Gojo, niggas
How you gon survive a demon
My niggas thriving eating
You know my Slime is Breeton
I told em don't open your mouth
When you see bosses speaking
And I'm so holy
When I enter church I rob the deacon
I point the beam up in the air
But this is not a beacon