StanWill - Slime Ball lyrics
[StanWill - Slime Ball lyrics]
Yeah (Stan, turn me up) real ShittyBoyz shit
She gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz hitting
Dumbass nigga ha ha, yeah
Matter fact, she gon' fuck
'cause my chain dance, ha ha
ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz (yeah, yeah, okay)
She gon' fuck 'cause my chain dance
Mirror tint buffs, fuck a Ray-Ban
Unky play with rock, he a caveman
You ain't SBDSM? Bitch, we ain't mans
My bitch bougie
She not fucking if you ain't Stan
Casamigo in my solo, bitch, I can't stand
I quit cheating on my bitch
Now I'm a changed man
Bitch, I'm getting rich or dying trying
That's my game plan
Road run, I don't side walk
Crack cards, don't get dimes off
Why is yo bitch on my balls? If it's up
We sending 223s through his drywall
Wipe his nose
I be running with some slimeballs
Said it's on the floor
We spilt him there like Pine-Sol
Gotta come up out thеm racks
If you want my sauce
Yo bitch on me like a еyelid
'cause she know I ball
Say he on our head? Now a
Tee what his face on
God got a ruler and I ride with the Draco
Wocky mix when unky count his pesos
Cutting into hoes
You wanna fuck? Then just say so
Green, pink, and blue, shit
The pockets look like rainbows
Niggas think they wanna play with
Us until it's game on used to laugh at me
Now I'm fucking on them same hoes
If bro ain't kill his ass
He in the 'spital tryna hang on
They done got yo motherfucking baby
In that one bag
Went and bought another Glock like
I don't got enough MAGs
On my way to Somerset like
I don't pop enough tags
Fendi got yo baby looking like
I'm tryna flunk class catch me in the strip
I'm upping blues while I touch ass
Gotta know if you ain't running with us
Better run fast
Marching like Nick Cannon 'cause the
Blicky got a drum mag'
She don't know I only like her neck
With her dumbass huh, huh, yeah, huh, with
Her dumbass, alright, huh twenties green
Fifties pink but my hunnids blue
Team full of L's, y'all ain't seen no W's
If it's up then it's stuck, nigga
Fuck a truce funny how yo baby tryna eat
Me like a Lunchable
Wouldn't even cuff a bitch if I was DPD
Drac' tucked but I'm still
Rocking Yeezy sneaks
All yo baby know is punch like I'm GGG
Since I'm up
All these bitches wanna sleep with me
She was talking down
Now that mouth where my penis be
Seven hunnid horses, we evade the cops easily
Yo bitch cheating on you 'cause she
Know you got teeny cheese
Bitch, I'm eating off the 201s, not no EBT
Ha ha, yeah (Stan, turn me up)
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's
On every song, dumbass nigga
Whole lotta gang shit
She gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz hitting
Dumbass nigga ha ha, yeah
Matter fact, she gon' fuck
'cause my chain dance, ha ha
ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz (yeah, yeah, okay)
She gon' fuck 'cause my chain dance
Mirror tint buffs, fuck a Ray-Ban
Unky play with rock, he a caveman
You ain't SBDSM? Bitch, we ain't mans
My bitch bougie
She not fucking if you ain't Stan
Casamigo in my solo, bitch, I can't stand
I quit cheating on my bitch
Now I'm a changed man
Bitch, I'm getting rich or dying trying
That's my game plan
Road run, I don't side walk
Crack cards, don't get dimes off
Why is yo bitch on my balls? If it's up
We sending 223s through his drywall
Wipe his nose
I be running with some slimeballs
Said it's on the floor
We spilt him there like Pine-Sol
Gotta come up out thеm racks
If you want my sauce
Yo bitch on me like a еyelid
'cause she know I ball
Say he on our head? Now a
Tee what his face on
God got a ruler and I ride with the Draco
Wocky mix when unky count his pesos
Cutting into hoes
You wanna fuck? Then just say so
Green, pink, and blue, shit
The pockets look like rainbows
Niggas think they wanna play with
Us until it's game on used to laugh at me
Now I'm fucking on them same hoes
If bro ain't kill his ass
He in the 'spital tryna hang on
They done got yo motherfucking baby
In that one bag
Went and bought another Glock like
I don't got enough MAGs
On my way to Somerset like
I don't pop enough tags
Fendi got yo baby looking like
I'm tryna flunk class catch me in the strip
I'm upping blues while I touch ass
Gotta know if you ain't running with us
Better run fast
Marching like Nick Cannon 'cause the
Blicky got a drum mag'
She don't know I only like her neck
With her dumbass huh, huh, yeah, huh, with
Her dumbass, alright, huh twenties green
Fifties pink but my hunnids blue
Team full of L's, y'all ain't seen no W's
If it's up then it's stuck, nigga
Fuck a truce funny how yo baby tryna eat
Me like a Lunchable
Wouldn't even cuff a bitch if I was DPD
Drac' tucked but I'm still
Rocking Yeezy sneaks
All yo baby know is punch like I'm GGG
Since I'm up
All these bitches wanna sleep with me
She was talking down
Now that mouth where my penis be
Seven hunnid horses, we evade the cops easily
Yo bitch cheating on you 'cause she
Know you got teeny cheese
Bitch, I'm eating off the 201s, not no EBT
Ha ha, yeah (Stan, turn me up)
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's
On every song, dumbass nigga
Whole lotta gang shit