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Slimey Video (MV)




Performed By: Jon Ryan
Length: 2:27
Written by: Jonathan Hill




Jon Ryan - Slimey Lyrics




It get slimey
It get slime
It get slimey
Held it down
Down to my toes
Held it down
Look around me
Held it down
That's from the start
Aye, aye, aye
I took my dogs out the yard
I told em we could go far
I think that's right where we are
I told that bitch imma star
I go and raise up the bar
They don't be pulling my card
Put a red dot on a nark
Yeah
My neck
My wrist
My set
Fleek
Choppa on Kelis
Choppa on
I'm bout to let the bitch sing
Supreme
Capeesh
All of my hoes in sync
Run up on me that's a fete
Drip all the way to my feet
I really do gotta check the date
Run it up I cannot hesitate
Chop em I chop em like sensei
Chop it up chop it up rick James
No I might f*ck that bitch on the display
She said her man was a cheap skate
Then I walk in this bitch like I'm rich gang
Whipping my wrist make the ship sank
I'm knocking down doors when I clock in
The clothes that you rocking look rotten
You mad cause you broke and I'm popping
God dammit r bring that top in
I got you down to the floor with the stick now I'm mopping
Tell all your people
Don't hit my phone for a feature
Beef come with either
Evil my veins filled with diesel
Chop em back down then I come with a sequel
Keeping it g little bitch you a diva
It get slimey
It get slime
It get slimey
Held it down
Down to my toes
Held it down
Look around me
Held it down
That's from the start
Aye, aye, aye
I took my dogs out the yard
I told em we could go far
I think that's right where we are
I told that bitch imma star
I go and raise up the bar
They don't be pulling my card
Put a red dot on a nark
Bitch I'm balling
I'm balling straight off of a nickel
Fell off in the paint like a bristle
Slide off on yo ass like a missile
Pew
Aye
Aye
Moving in silence you gotta just whisper shhh
I break her off and don't call that hoe back but she still gonna call me her mister
Yah
My neck
My wrist
My set
Fleek
Choppa on Kelis
Choppa on
I'm bout to let the bitch sing
Supreme
Capeesh
All of my hoes in sync
Run up on me that's a fete
Drip all the way to my feet
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It get slimey
It get slime
It get slimey
Held it down
Down to my toes
Held it down
Look around me
Held it down
That's from the start
Aye, aye, aye
I took my dogs out the yard
I told em we could go far
I think that's right where we are
I told that bitch imma star
I go and raise up the bar
They don't be pulling my card
Put a red dot on a nark
Yeah
My neck
My wrist
My set
Fleek
Choppa on Kelis
Choppa on
I'm bout to let the bitch sing
Supreme
Capeesh
All of my hoes in sync
Run up on me that's a fete
Drip all the way to my feet
I really do gotta check the date
Run it up I cannot hesitate
Chop em I chop em like sensei
Chop it up chop it up rick James
No I might f*ck that bitch on the display
She said her man was a cheap skate
Then I walk in this bitch like I'm rich gang
Whipping my wrist make the ship sank
I'm knocking down doors when I clock in
The clothes that you rocking look rotten
You mad cause you broke and I'm popping
God dammit r bring that top in
I got you down to the floor with the stick now I'm mopping
Tell all your people
Don't hit my phone for a feature
Beef come with either
Evil my veins filled with diesel
Chop em back down then I come with a sequel
Keeping it g little bitch you a diva
It get slimey
It get slime
It get slimey
Held it down
Down to my toes
Held it down
Look around me
Held it down
That's from the start
Aye, aye, aye
I took my dogs out the yard
I told em we could go far
I think that's right where we are
I told that bitch imma star
I go and raise up the bar
They don't be pulling my card
Put a red dot on a nark
Bitch I'm balling
I'm balling straight off of a nickel
Fell off in the paint like a bristle
Slide off on yo ass like a missile
Pew
Aye
Aye
Moving in silence you gotta just whisper shhh
I break her off and don't call that hoe back but she still gonna call me her mister
Yah
My neck
My wrist
My set
Fleek
Choppa on Kelis
Choppa on
I'm bout to let the bitch sing
Supreme
Capeesh
All of my hoes in sync
Run up on me that's a fete
Drip all the way to my feet
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Writer: Jonathan Hill
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