| I need to talk to Mike Lowrey
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| Hello?
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| This is Mike Lowrey
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| I’m runnin' and I’m runnin' yeah (Dubba-AA Flex)
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| Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, My brother slime
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| My daddy slime, yeah he slime (Louie Bandz made another one)
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| Ayy, how you wanna do it?
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| How you wanna do it nigga? |
| (I'm in here)
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| Ayy 4K Trey, Free D-Dawg
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| I’m on that same shit, ain’t nobody safe (This is the sound)
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| Let’s Go!
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| Boom bow, pussy bitch don’t try to run now
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| Fuck nigga ain’t have his head on
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| I’ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones
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| I’ve been cooling but these pussy bitches, just won’t leave me 'lone
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| Crack you in ya shit just to see what’s on yo mind bitch
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| I’m YoungBoy woppin', Kaylyn woppin', yeah, she slime
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| Police on my ass gotta watch the way I’m slidin'
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| He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind
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| Yeah, I pull up acting in a 4-door
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| You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but boy I’m solo
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| And Meechie in the south but still it come and kick yo front door
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| Bro geekin' off that soft but wilding out, bitch if you don’t know
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| I’m telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas
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| He think it’s done, but that’s his ass, I’m gon' get rid of you niggas
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| At a show or anything bitch we gon' hit at you niggas
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| I want them all that’s on my dawg, Bitch we gon' get at you niggas
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| P.O blockin', tryna catch a nigga outside
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| I’m thuggin' for real, I tell ya' bitch I cross the low line, I’m 'bout mine,
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| let’s slang iron
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| Three run down with that Glock 9, muthafuck if they clutchin'
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| They all in trouble I’ma buss mine
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| Hold on, grew up in the fire, huh
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| He came out a slime, huh
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| He don’t wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die)
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| Motherfuck who come behind, huh
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| 'Cause bitch we slanging iron, huh
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| Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
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| Don’t give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town
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| The city know we step on shit, I’m slime
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout who they round
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| 'Cause we gon get them all
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| We ain’t the ones to rep on bitch
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| Check out my murder man dance, look
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| Pull on side him, dump a hunnid in a car (Boom bow)
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| Catch you slippin', then you ain’t gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh)
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| This for dump behind, him we dyin' hard
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| I go by top, get out yo top, I draw the sword
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| Everybody in here sliming with a nigga
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| There ain’t no shit, they don’t want no problem with a nigga
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| These hoes ain’t shit, I put a Remy on a pillow
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| Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb)
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| Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said?
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| He joced off you about your ex and then he dead
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| I’m banging green but I get mad and leave out red
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| I been that nigga, you gon get that through your head
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| Bitch, yeah
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| Grew up in the fire, huh
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| He came out of slime, huh
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| He don’t wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die)
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| Muthafucka who come behind, huh
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| 'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
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| Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
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| Don’t give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town
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| The city know we step on shit, I’m slime
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout who they round
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| 'Cause we gon get them all
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| We ain’t the ones to rep on bitch
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| Check out my murder man dance, look
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| Grew up in the fire, huh
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| He came out of slime, huh
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| He don’t wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die)
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout who come behind, huh
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| 'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
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| Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
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| Don’t give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town
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| The city know we step on shit
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| And I don’t care who they round
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| 'Cause we gon' get them all
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| We ain’t the ones to rep on bitch |