Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slime Season 7, artist - T.C AveboiDate of issue: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slime Season 7 |
| Uh, yeah |
| Picked up and waited for you clientele |
| Uh, pussy you a dumb boy I wish you well |
| Uh, lighted up the ground boy I had to get a grill |
| Yeah, I might take off if I take another chill |
| My momma said boy don’t you worry, just worry about yourself |
| I got coma garson, I can not do no wrong |
| I was running something else, now it’s findy under that belt |
| And they washing every stilt, and those haters everywhere |
| And the bitches take me there, and the pills just take me there |
| Swag on swag on me I swear, got a bag on me I swear |
| And my pistol take you here |
| And you make me better, least I won’t be better |
| And my wrist is where it at |
| Playing 21 with yo bitch, 720 with the wrist |
| Gravy just tipped it so she lost her points real quick |
| Aw shit, cross her up slick |
| 360 dunk so it’s 21 to 6 |
| (Gravy Train) |
| Said I’m always packing 6 hoes just like a revolver |
| If you want the beef I can take your ass to Culver’s |
| Call me Mr Butter 'cause you know I spread the love |
| I’m with your bitch in the tub man that’s rub-a-dub dub |
| Yeah I’m with a bitch named Gladys |
| All my bitches is the baddest |
| Avery and Yung Gravy on that fucking flex status |
| Oh shucks, Gravy got the bucks |
| Pull up on the scene in a baby blue tux |
| Uh, Goddamn |