Lyrics Slut - Dream Mclean

Slut

We’ve got that Charlie in the party, I’m hardly on the Marley
But for rizzle I am kicking like I’m Harley on a Harley
Call me Jordan with the car keys, to the Rari or Bugatti
Or Mo fucking Farah, I’m as fast as a Somali
Seekah brother, look at what we started, it’s an army
This Regime ain’t no army full of Nazis
I mix Patrón up with Corona and Bacardi with Bacardi
Either I’m on a fucking wave or I just started a tsunami
Robinson’s squash, that glass of fruit and barley
Calmly, chicken teriyake from wasabi
And a sarnie in the beamer with huaraches on the car seat
Top down, blasting Paul McCartney cause we’re gnarly, Regime
Handed her a tablet and said «put half in your mouth, darling»
Then half an hour later, we was just dancing around, laughing
Forgot what we were laughing about so we were just laughing about laughing
She said «can I ask you a question?», I said «why you asking about asking?
Bitch, just ask it»
I said if you want to be free, you should get high
She said «what for?», I said «five»
Six cans of Red Stripe
Is all it took for Lisa to take it in her left eye
I, was I in Europe for seven days
Ate a German bitch till she said «nein»
She said «nein»
I tried to act like I didn’t understand
But she said it ten times
Now, how the fuck can you ignore that?
She was down to fuck with me before that
She was down to suck me off and all that
She was down to cup another ball bag
Pull my trousers up, I was in all-black
Cause I went limp, she said «fall back»
But I powered up and then I bored that
Straight from the barbers with the cutthroat
Feeling fresh, big up S.A.S.
this my drug flow
Niggas wanna tell me «hugs, not drugs»
But fuck, yo, I think my dealer just ran out of hugs, though
Oh, drugs by the cup-load
Ecstasy in my drink, let the love flow
Yo, they wanna ask me if I fuck hoes
I’m like «yeah», they’re like «how many?», I’m like «fuck knows»