Uh, Uh
Yea
Slime
Uh
Hold Up, Hold Up
You went to jail
Now you think that you hard
Try me lil nigga
I'm pulling ya card
Run up on me
We got sticks in the yard
Roll up a blunt
While I'm charging my car
No need for no punch in
Cause this off the dome
Remember them nights
I used to sneak in ya home
Remember them Nights
I had to sleep on the floor
Dreaming bout money
Woke up I was poor
Did what I did
Had to kick in that door
I'm going up
Meet me at the top floor
Pass it to me
I'm receiving the torch
They on the bench
While I'm all on the court
Shoot from long range
And I know how to score
Killing the beat
Beat it up to the core
Ice on my wrist
While im f*cking ya whore
Go get some money
Was my only chore
Uh
Yea, Yea
Uh
SLIME
What, Yea
What
Uh
StayDownSlime - Intro Lyrics
StayDownSlime - Intro Lyrics
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Uh, Uh
Yea
Slime
Uh
Hold Up, Hold Up
You went to jail
Now you think that you hard
Try me lil nigga
I'm pulling ya card
Run up on me
We got sticks in the yard
Roll up a blunt
While I'm charging my car
No need for no punch in
Cause this off the dome
Remember them nights
I used to sneak in ya home
Remember them Nights
I had to sleep on the floor
Dreaming bout money
Woke up I was poor
Did what I did
Had to kick in that door
I'm going up
Meet me at the top floor
Pass it to me
I'm receiving the torch
They on the bench
While I'm all on the court
Shoot from long range
And I know how to score
Killing the beat
Beat it up to the core
Ice on my wrist
While im f*cking ya whore
Go get some money
Was my only chore
Uh
Yea, Yea
Uh
SLIME
What, Yea
What
Uh
Yea
Slime
Uh
Hold Up, Hold Up
You went to jail
Now you think that you hard
Try me lil nigga
I'm pulling ya card
Run up on me
We got sticks in the yard
Roll up a blunt
While I'm charging my car
No need for no punch in
Cause this off the dome
Remember them nights
I used to sneak in ya home
Remember them Nights
I had to sleep on the floor
Dreaming bout money
Woke up I was poor
Did what I did
Had to kick in that door
I'm going up
Meet me at the top floor
Pass it to me
I'm receiving the torch
They on the bench
While I'm all on the court
Shoot from long range
And I know how to score
Killing the beat
Beat it up to the core
Ice on my wrist
While im f*cking ya whore
Go get some money
Was my only chore
Uh
Yea, Yea
Uh
SLIME
What, Yea
What
Uh
Writer: Noah Fagan
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