Slime You Out 作词 : A. Graham/S. Rowe/N. Cadastre/N. Shebib/B. Saint Fort/D. Tennant/G. Lapointe/C. Powell 作曲 : A. Graham/S. Rowe/N. Cadastre/N. Shebib/B. Saint Fort/D. Tennant/G. Lapointe/C. Powell 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 can micro-manage you You know what I'm sayin'? Tell you right from wrong Pull smart moves you for What you tend to be useful, like I got a schedule to attend to though I can't really 6ix You bitches really get carried away Makin' mistakes, then you beg me to stay Got me waitin' 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 share it in space I met the nigga you stalk around place How would that even comparisons, baby? This 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 Hey, this ain't the dinners, I could get on you bitches Sent wires on wires on wires, like digits Lucky that I don't take back what is given I could have you on paper planes to your country, that's Philly And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas So I'ma fall back on lessons and talk her shit for a minute Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out Damn, these niggas got me so twisted I'll **** you for real, but play bitch on my line I can feel what you spendin' Got too much pride to let no burn nigga slime me out Pull up, go right around, my night, got time Let's discuss all the lies about Fightin' out here, like you dickin' me out And I ain't even comin' over it now 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 it's sawed off You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin' But with me you know though, you know that shit You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off But with me you know, go get it all How you niggas get so carried away? Trippin' whenever gets barely third place ****ed out that petty excuse that you made Damn, 'cause there's men that can fake like it's sex Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out Oh, ooh, woah-oh, woah Yeah, January, you pretend to see life clearly, dearly February is the time that you put the evil out and the pride aside For the fantasy of gettin' married, married, it's scary March got you already second guessin' titles April, Spring is here until it's life, the spring you start to spiral May brings somethin' warm that you ? gettin' fairy tales 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 two's tied September, we fallin' off, and I'm still the man you tryna win over October is all about me, 'cause your time should be dead on November, got your new boy, that's for next year and you're single December the gift givin' month, now you wanna bring a candle, I Tryna build trust, you and me, and then he ends, how they tryna bag you? Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news Get a nigga hit got fifty racks, girl, the beef cost, like the Wagyu Give that nigga head, I'll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon Dropped the QC, pretty sure I made P M's, like it's past noon All I really know is W's and M's, life lookin' like a bathroom All I really know is M bags, like I drove through in with a fast food Sayin' that I'm too guarded 'bout my feelings, who the **** even asked you? Seven bodyguards, just incase somebody really wanna try and crash through Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin', tell me it's some half juice? If I don't play it, ran it, it look like an old hairstyle, girl, it's past due If I don't— What the ****? Like I...