NBA Youngboy - Slime Belief (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA Youngboy - Slime Belief (en) Lyrics
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Hey ma, what it do?
If you want it, you got it,
you know how I'm rockin’
They never could stop it, it's
stuffed in my pocket
I got up for the score and
they never could block it
After the show, I count up in a Masi'
Tears fall from the lies, despite
Hunnid bands through the
time of the night
When you left, I ain’t wanna live life
Now I'm happy on the in and outside
Can you make it better?
Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustlin'
through the night, yeah
Spin the block, finna stretch 'em
Wake the hood up when we wet 'em
And it's all gon' be alright, yeah
When that wrong choice
take your life, yeah
Gucci pressure be on top
of that Nike print
From them rich niggas kickin'
yo’ back door
And they should give a Rollie
to niggas who want it
Who don’t know a thing
but trap, though
Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes
The shit that we sellin' will
make you relapse, though
Thinkin’ I'm slippin', run
up and get clapped, ho
I put that North on the map, ho (Gang)
Turn up on a bitch when
I'm gone off a Perc
That ho gon’ fuck on a fast beat
Ben behind me, do the dash,
keepin' up in a Vert
You get jacked out yo' shit,
you can't text me
Pussy nigga throwin'
shots, ain't at me
Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me
Tough love for a bitch, won't trap me
Pay for the body then I
give them the MAC free
Got a pound in the car,
I'ma smoke on that
Left the state for a show
and I'm comin' back
If he say he want smoke,
ain't no fallin' back
Want a bitch for the play,
I'ma blow the strap
He ain't usin' his head,
put it in his lap
He ain't 'bout it, could
tell that he only rap
I just put 40 bands inside the trap
Every manifestation, I'm
callin' rare (Gang)
Now can you make it better?
Trap out like Griselda
Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah
Hop out, gun flames through
the night, yeah
You know how I'm rockin', you
know that I'm with it
You loyal to me, I'll make
sure that you get it
If you want it, you got it,
you know how I'm rockin'
I go up for the score and they
never could block it
When you left, I ain't wanna live life
Pick it up, throw it out,
watch it come back
Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag
Count up that money, I run up the sack
Boardin' on the jet with
a illegal strap
The shit that they talk,
I could tell you is cap
Up off the X and I only took half
Stay energized, I fall
back from the tabs
Put a half in my way, I'ma
pay off the staff
I feel like it ain't no
bitch I can't have
Saint Laurent boot with
the fur like a bear
Balenciaga, that Gucci, and Prada
I got on all three and
I bought several pair
When it's up, what we slidin'
in, duckin' from 12
Time wise, clockwise,
I never fail (No)
Ain't no slackin', we hustlin',
we on this for real
If we don't get it, we take
it, you know what it is
Now, can you make it better?
Trap out like Griselda
Gucci pressure be on top of
that Nike print (Shh)
From them rich niggas kickin'
yo' back door
Who don't know a thing
but trap, though
Thinkin' I'm slippin', run
up and get clapped, ho
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