saditty & sadated

SLM & CAPPITAL Swerved Out The Huuh

Pass Em (FTBrezeo2X)

PROPER

Lyrics 


(Course)
Gang we turning up 
We the one who the city 
Told that girl to bring her best friend 
If she pretty 
Ion want no ho that’s petty if she ain’t Nicki 
They don’t want no smoke don’t even smoke 
They do that nic’in

Ricked down 
My bitch a 10 now 
Motion in rotation 
You can’t even drop a 10 ball
(Haha)
Bitch I’m forever 10 toes
And ever since a lil nigga 
Bitch I been on


I’m a fly guy 
Samurai guy
Pull up in that space coupe 
Toting chromes it’s a sifi
Better pick the right side 
If I’m being petty 
Go against me and you might die
Have my niggas spin yo block n shake it up maracas 

I’m a read nigga rockstar 
Said he want smoke but ain’t pop nun
Buss down or the plain cause I got options 
Niggas not my oppositions or my competition 
Have my killas slide this not a drill real demolition 


(2x)
Gang we turning up 
We the one who the city 
Told that girl to bring her best friend 
If she pretty 
Ion want no ho that’s petty if she ain’t Nicki 
They don’t want no smoke don’t even smoke 
They do that nic’in


(BARBIE)
you know i keep a couple 
pretty bitches with me,

bumb bitches
hating, better tell
em it get sticky

stay around the
shooters, know
some niggas with
that blicky

pull up in that 
martin, i aint
talking bout no
ricky 


these hoes aint
fly like mordecai

they wanna be
me & they rip..
i mean rig 

it’s my show 
cause i ain’t a
regular bitch

try to go against 
me.. scratch that
like a motherfucking
itch

and they copy 
everytime so it
ain’t no point to
switch

i’m the barbie 
so he take me
out to malibu cali

let them numbs
run up on us pull out
 the 40 cali

any city bitch
i’m litty, get it
pep like a rally

ain’t saying nun
so you can’t chin
check me that’s 
word to natalie

bitch i’m with slim,
it can get a little shady

really i ain’t tripping
cause we do this
shit daily 

buss her since
she think she regina,
really she cady

bitch i ball kd

mash a bitch,
where the gravy?

all i want is blues 
like royal, baby, 
& navy

if you think that
i don’t go insane.. 
bitch you crazy 

fuck you! pay me!

Petty (Feat. Mattel)

lyrics:)

Oh you so pretty, oh you so pretty, tell me you miss me
Tell me when you miss me, like La La La La La La

Waiting for you to be all mine
Ready to slide, that's at all times, Bonnie and Clyde, that's in all rides
Bae you a yes and they all nah's, pass me the J this no Naz
Drunk off your love it's like no high (No high)
I rather spend all of my time, I wanna be right by your side
(I)
I do not know how to feel
(I)
I do not know if it's real
(I)
I wanna be a resort, you come to me when you feel overwhelmed
I, I'll be nobody to tell, I'll hold your secrets I'll take them to hell
Damn, I think that I'm really in love  1a-la-la-la-la-la
When I look in your eyes, la-la-la-la-la-la
I know i'm down for the ride, la-la-la-la-la-la,
Oh you so pretty, oh, you so pretty, tell me you miss me,
Tell me when you miss me like, la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh
I think i'm in la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh you so pretty, oh, you so pretty, tell me you miss me,
Tell me when you miss me like, la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la

SLM-LA LA LA LA

・❥・PLAYERTWO・❥・

lyrics:)

I know, no silhouette, but all them niggas know my body though
You innovative but, you bite off everybody through
This that kamikaze flow, ugly bitches gotta go
If you is a chop, we can not kick it, no karate hoe

(Yo)
It's fuck you and your whole crew
I put you on a shirt, put you on a fuckin' crew neck
I don't see error like I'm mother
Fuckin' Runik
Chop your body up and leave yo body on the roadside
Tone flat, they need AAA, they need roadside
They know where the goats at, pull up in that ghost
Case a nigga walk up, got that 20 in holster
Oh? what I'm posed to be impressed by you?
Bitch, I'm probably getting head in another biome
Click-clack, them guns go click-clack
That gun smoke, hit that, want that
Cop that, see a opp, pop that
Talkin' out your mouth, you'll get your shit smacked
If her body tea her face to ten, she can get cracked
Tell that nigga get back, not your average nigga, Maison Margiela, my fit check
Shit ah get your bitch wet

Kama-kama-kama, this that kama-kama-kazi flow
Claiming you original, but bite off everybody though
You don't wanna try me though, you don't wanna fight me, though
You don't wanna get into the field and we kick it off

Kãmikazë

Situated

Spark Up

(lyrics)

Just smoke that doja , everything gon be okay 
556 and that shit got kick, but slm not ducking no fades 
Stacked my jeans like I do wit thee g’s , yea a nigga not a missing no pape
Just smoke that doja, everything gon be okay 

Nowadays ion want no friends, ion want see no new faces 
I just wanna see them bluefaces, every time I get blew face it 
Double the dutch, I ain’t got no woods 
Stay from around, ion got no love 
Had to cut off some childhood friends, but still got love and that shit so tough 
Ain’t bout play wit my character tho, so you get left in the dust 
Nowadays I can’t trust 
Nowadays Ion even care about rekindling shit, I ain’t even that much 
..
pressed 
Cool off all you hoes , all I need it my best 
I’m wit barbie , we t’d 
Laughing at all of they tea
I’m like who better than me
I’m like who better than you, we like who better than we
Ain’t talking thugga we ski
All of bitches my is tea tea
All of my niggas is paid aye, money is never a thing thing

Just keep yo head up doja, everything gon be okay 
Everything gon be okay, they don’t care about you no way
Just smoke that doja , everything gon be okay 
They don’t care about you no way, everything gon be okay 

Double the dutch, I ain’t got no woods 
Stay from around , ion got no love 
Shit not cool ion got no smiles, ion got no hi’s, I ain’t giving out hugs 
Nowadays I ain’t even giving no fuck, nowadays I ain’t even going out much 
Nowadays it’s just me and my dutch, just me and my dutch

Just smoke that doja, everything gon be okay 
556 and that shit got kick, but SLM not ducking no fades 
Stacked my jeans like I do wit these g’s, yea a nigga not missing pape
Just smoke that doja, everything gon be okay

Doja (okay)

(lyrics)

(slim 1’st verse)
Now I gotta fall back, and I missed your call back
Got no love no more, but yeah the memories I store that
Late nights all alone, I'm sheddin' tears in the starlight
Thinkin' you can lay that pussy down, and then it's alright
Well you gon' learn the hard way, you gon' have a hard time
I was there  for you at all times, and it got exhausting
Always played my part, but you would never play a portion

(hook)
When I seen you in that nigga, is when my heart dropped
Know you on hoeing' around, but you sayin' that you not
But your words mean nothin' though
But ya- But your words mean nothin' though
But you tell me that you love me, tell me that you miss me, every time you leave you never forget to kiss me
(Kiss me)
But your words mean nothin' though
But ya-But your words mean nothin' though
(Kiss me)

(2nd verse)
I'm two seconds from trippin', Jhené Aiko
Yeah, I'd go crazy about you, psycho
You did me wrong, now you gotta lay in that bed, Michael
And you the one that did me wrong, the fuck you feel entitled?
You was the one that was pressin', I never wanted a title
The only one that was present I showed you love the entire time
Give you a chance, and you back on that bullshit
When I get mad, you go back to actin' stupid, back to actin' clueless

(hook)
When I seen you in that nigga, is when my heart dropped
Know you on hoeing' around, but you sayin' that you not
But your words mean nothin' though
But ya- But your words mean nothin' though
But you tell me that you love me, tell me that you miss me, every time you leave you never forget to kiss me
(Kiss me)
But your words mean nothin' though
But ya-But your words mean nothin' though
(Kiss me)

When I seen you in that nigga, is when my heart dropped
Know you on hoeing' around, but you sayin' that you not
But your words mean nothin' though
But ya- But your words mean nothin' though
But you tell me that you love me, tell me that you miss me, every time you leave you never forget to kiss me
(Kiss me)
But your words mean nothin' though
But ya-But your words mean nothin' though
(Kiss me)

(lee)
(Uh, yeah)
I need another boy, you be that other boy
But I don't need my heart playin' like another toy
Is it that real love or just another fake decoy?
My shit fragile so baby please don't destroy
He say he love me and he say it wit no meaning
I'm yellin', screamin' because you givin' me reasons
You keeping secrets, your love my biggest weakness
You say I do too much, but don't see what I'm seein'
(Yeah)
I see my problem, God, I care too much for him
There's not a lot of him, it's just a lot of Them's
None of these niggas can stop me from goin' back to him
Damn, God, I'm really so in love with him
And while we blamin' each other, we ain't that different
It's hard to leave somethin' you was so deep in
I'm drowing your love sorta like deep in
And I don't think you gotta worry about me leavin

When I seen you in that nigga, is when my heart dropped
Know you on hoeing' around, but you sayin' that you not
But your words mean nothin' though
But your words mean nothin' though
But you tell me that you love me, tell me that you miss me, every time you leave you never forget to kiss me
But your words mean nothin' though
But ya-But your words mean nothin' though

When I seen you in that nigga, is when my heart dropped
When I seen you with that bitch, juts know my heart dropped
But your words mean nothin' though
But your words mean nothin' though
Anything you say to me, it don't mean a thing to me
It don't mean a thing
But your words mean nothin' though
But ya-But your words mean nothin' though

Your Words Mean Nothing Ft Lee Veneta

Irregular%#@$

lyrics:)

Ayo
They call me GG, unless it's nice to meet me
S L M

(hook)
Back then I was handling business, but now I'm back
Got the switch up, but no I'm no flaw-ass nigga, I'm only talkin' bout a strap
You on the block, but you never could stack
Amiri jeans, you know they stacked
Money, rank, bitches, fashion, everything stacked
Money, rank, bitches, fashion, everything stacked

"I mean, you feel me
Everything stacked, money, rank, bitches, fashion
You niggas not fuckin' wit me, ever
Any situation, any conversation, fuck is you talkin' bout"

(slim)
Back then I was handling business, said I'll be back in a minute
Play with my top, then my killers ah send that (blrd) (blrd)
Democrat diamonds, like I'm runnin' for a senate, no Michael Bennett
They know I been that, hollow tips make a nigga twitch, no Cenat
How you just sparing me, nigga, we in that field
I'm never a pussy, but guard  field
Naw, ain't no kickin' it, Leionel
Niggas is messi when rapping, a clean sweep
Niggas, I'm moppin' em, couldn't you tell?
I'm out in London, Lauren, blue on the coupe like I'm rockin' with Nipsey as well
Everything stacked, in the truck packed
And these blicks stay used, but I keep it intact
They comin' in tack with them ARs and mags (grlaahhh)
And Them niggas not askin' no questions, they blast
And them niggas so ass, and them niggas so trash
When it's comin' to you, they ain't runnin' it back
And I'm keepin' it true like Horseshoe on the back
When it's comin' to you, know they playin' the back (back)

(hook)
Back then I was handling business, but now I'm back
Got the switch up, but no I'm no flaw-ass nigga, I'm only talkin' bout a strap
You on the block, but you never could stack
Amiri jeans, you know they stacked
Money, rank, bitches, fashion, everything stacked
Money, rank, bitches, fashion, everything stacked

(the girly)
Money and plaques, I'm a stack
All of these bitches, a trip need to pack
All of these bitches is suckas, it's somethin' bout licks
That these hoes will not ever get back
(Every get back)
Spittin' out crack when I hop in the booth
Bitchin' when I shop, but they ain't got the juice
But if these bitches think they do, I clear them like the juices fruit
Ayo, SLM, you want a bad bitch? Well, I keep the best of them
Pretty gang stay ballin', never pass to them
You know I'm Gem and these bitches is a hologram
(Hologram)
All these niggas intrusive, yeah
None of these bitches can do this, no
I'm steady winnin' and haters gon' keep being tight, like the tucks on transexuals
Broke nigga tryna get sexual, baby, no we can't get sexual
Eat me? Huh
Nigga, you better off eatin' your vegetables

Stacked Ft The Girly

lyrics:)

I'm ahead of them, I'm ahead of them
I'm a head gem ,but ain't no pink diamond in my head
Ain't no discretion for them bitches all them niggas dead

Some shit gotta be left to the past
Some things gotta be left unsaid Always prioritize money but sometimes shit don't even be worth the bread
All my friends is dead, like Uzi said, tech instead, off of they head
If you ain't know that I'm the head gem
But ain't no pink diamond in my head

They know it's still static, going  against me they gon' die nasty Carrigton, Fallon
And you can keep that hoe if she wildin'
Dreads hanging like Billie not Eilish
I'm the president, hangin' with the vices
I am not friendly but my flow the nicest
Told em tap in, new prices
I'm like, when the fuck niggas bout to turn the city up, I'm the new highness
My niggas evil, too heinous
If you gon' climb, wear a harness
My niggas shoot like Hornets
They done brunt they damn bridges
Took miles, only gave them niggas inches
Left that shit up in the past, I lost my feelings

Some shit gotta be left to the past
Some things gotta be left unsaid Always prioritize money but sometimes shit don't even be worth the bread
All my friends is dead, like Uzi said, tech instead, off of they head
If you ain't know that I'm the head gem
But ain't no pink diamond in my head

It ain't no sneak dissing on the net
I like the feelin' I get when the diamonds on my body and I be countin' a check
Fuck it throw it up, no turning back Told her, Missy Elliot, throw it back
Chillin', countin' up a ton of racks
High as hell, smokin' on a ton of packs
And if he want his get back, niggas know where the fuck we at
The head gem is back, spin again, then we spin it back
Ain't a motherfuckin' barber, get his shit pushed back
And I'm chillin' with a Barbie in a coupe with no seats in the back

Head of them, I'm ahead of them
I'm the head the gem, but ain't no pink diamond in my head
Ain't no debating that i'm ahead
Ain't no discretion for them bitches, all them bitches dead
Head of them, I'm ahead of them
I'm ahead the them
Sometimes shit gotta be left in the past
Sometimes thing better left unsaid
Ain't no discretion for them niggas, all them bitches dead

Head Gem

lyrics :)

(intro)
Soaring
High as hell, smoking that Taliban, and i'm still a gem

(SLM)

(verse 1)
Yo, tell them Mitch Mcconnell, we gon' send that
Fine chocolate, got the right ticket
Every track I get on, eat while they picky
Yes, I'm the gem, but they never gon' pick me
You a minor nigga, but you wanna set the tone
G6 when I touch down, no Tezzo
Big bricks when I flip shit, no Simone, outside your house with the chop on the peep hole
It's time to rap, and it's time to sell records, it's time for artistry, no time for sketchers
Nigga, we can go head up, I do not have to sketch her
(Wait, wait) I ain't mean sneaker
I don't gotta sneak him
McQueen on the sneaker, lightning when I strike her
Stupid nigga tryna be the gem, but he a minor
But now it's Safellé, that stupid nigga went against, and had a sad fell

(hook)
Soaring, pass em the ball, niggas ain't scoring
Fast cars, foreigns, soaring
They tried to clone the gem, you niggas boring
Forever i'm winnin', forever i'm soaring
Fast cars, bad bitches, foreigns
High as hell, smoking that Taliban
Soaring, soaring

"shout out to my gems, my babies, my supporters"
 
(verse 2)
You niggas be claiming y'all ballers, passing out waters
Son and I daughter, I don't take orders
I don't want for paparazzi to picture and crop me
C-C-Cause I know what they capture you niggas gon' copy
A-a-all of these gems is Swarovski
If they wanna know my body, tell them niggas put on kamikaze
they don't got the dough, waitin' for the next batch, g-g-glock got a glitch, so I'm scared for the next patch
L-I-B-I-A, I love get back, so who finna be the next man down on the dispatch
Me SLM I don't like friends, I don't bite pens
I-I-I don't bite styles, fresh retwist on the dreads nigga
Ayo, why the fuck do you think you ahead nigga?
Such a bird but you not gettin' bread nigga
Come on, you gotta understand what's unsaid nigga
If it was beef once apon then it's still nigga

(Yo)
(Ion even- man)
(Ayo)
(Yea)

(outro)
Stand tall, like you someone important, fuck them all they opinions not important
If you really want it, you gotta enforce it
I had to focus on me, so I could keep soaring
Now it's Safellé, still a gem
(Inaudible)

Soaring

Gems, Jewls

#Rigged

lyrics:)

(Derrick)
Hit me on FaceTime, it ain't from the grapevine
I hang wit niggas got no names, they so frontline
Hit me on FaceTime, it ain't from the grapevine
I hang wit niggas got no names, they so frontline

He say, baby that ass fat up in them pocket though
I tell him he can't touch unless he getting that Papa dough
Bitch I'm bad and no menstrual but he like my flow
If he ain't trickin', nigga you can hit the door
Got a crib nigga, he say you ain't gotta worry
If them niggas roll up, he gon' shoot 'em Steph Curry
Pussy game colder damn near hold his Mcflurry
The real true, playboy leather jacket, Burberry

Hit me on FaceTime, it ain't from the grapevine
I hang wit niggas got no names, they so frontline
Hit me on FaceTime, it ain't from the grapevine
I hang wit niggas got no names, they so frontline

(Slim)
Hit me on your FaceTime when you make time
You put that pussy on me, bae I will not waste time
She got that hourglass body, man, her waist is time
Don't know what you tellin' them niggas, but that pussy is mine
I'm your Luscious, you my Cookie Lyon
I promise bae I ain't fuckin' with them hoes, bitches be lying
Got a trench bitch, keep the glock inside her purse
But she don't even gotta shoot it, I up that bitch first

Saint Lurent, Saint Lurent
Swarovski stones shinin' all on her box
And naw, I ain't on no games, fuck my ex box
You got the best pussy, you give the best top

Hit me on that FaceTime when you make time
I got you programmed under bae, this ain't no front line
Hit me on the FaceTime when you make time
You put that pussy on me, bae I will not waste time
Pull that pussy out on the FaceTime
Flooded her in watches now she face time
On that FaceTime, on that FaceTime
Don't know what you tellin' them niggas, but that pussy is mine

FaceTime Ft TheHolyDerrick

lyrics:)

Bitch I'm still getting racks, questions don't ask, shooters pull up and they spazz
Now I'm winnin, all of them mad, all of them mad, talking that shit, but won't
Them niggas know where we at, hits on my belt, come through swinging like Jax
Them niggas know where we at
Know where we at, but talking that shit and won't

I got my weight up now, but still, I'm certified slim
Word to that Riri song, still ain't go pick up your man's
Project 25, my niggas come through and trumpin' shit, standing on top of shit
Coming for blood, phlebotomist, S-L-I-M be the skinniest
All of my bitches the pretties, it's stick up put your hands up Mez'lyn
Where they at?, G6 charter my jet, it's still suck my ex
Bullets wet, boy bet not run, got a shorty that's hawking em' down nigga
Biting off lyrics, and taken identities, need to develop your sound nigga While I go sit on my throne, go dust off my crown nigga
(yo)
This that shit, she ah get hit, better get yo bitch
Gave em three months, they ain't get they licks, I look around and I still got hits
Them niggas sipping on piss, I'm a gem a rock, but never getting Chris'ed
Niggas ass they'll never make it to the list
Top of five dead or alive (bitch)

Bitch I'm still getting racks, questions don't ask, shooters pull up and they spazz
Now I'm winnin, all of them mad, all of them mad, talking that shit, but won't
Them niggas know where we at, hits on my belt, come through swinging like Jax
Them niggas know where we at
Know where we at, but talking that shit but won't
Bitch I'm still getting racks, questions don't ask, shooters pull up and they spazz
Now I'm winnin, all of them mad, all of them mad, talking that shit, but won't
Them niggas know where we at, hits on my belt, come through swinging like Jax
Them niggas know where we at
Know where we at, but talking that shit but won't

This is my year, everything mine
And with due time, bitches gon' fall in line
Better stop playing with me octagon sign
I am so fine, bitches and niggas on my body, trying to pay for my time
Bitch, I'm still money, bitch I'm still slimy, big bars bae I need some bail money
Who'd wanna be them?, them niggas get done dirty
Hoe it's just me, SLM don't need nobody
S-L-I-M but lil nigga I'm hard body I'm from out west, I ain't talkin' bout Armani
Come out spraying missiles with an army
Money baggs, this ain't Ari
Skully on, this ain't Ed hardy
Ghost Rider, this ain't no Pardi

Bitch I'm still getting racks, questions don't ask, shooters pull up and they spazz
Now I'm winnin, all of them mad, all of them mad, talking that shit, but won't
Them niggas know where we at, hits on my belt, come through swinging like Jax
Them niggas know where we at
Know where we at, but talking that shit and won't @

SLM-@

(Lyrics)



(BRYXN)
I spend, I spend a rack, I spend  a rack Walked out of Neiman's, then I walked my ass
up into Saks I get it on my own, never need no nigga hoe
I pull up in that new shit, that Eventador
Your pocket's little, gotta dip, pick up your chip

You gotta hold my bags when we walk out of Saks Fitfth
And that's that avenue, w- what that chopper, do?
This ain't no GTA, but my dawgs, they gon' chop you

(SLM)
They know we styles out, walk in, cashin' out Couldn't imagine now, fuckin' the baddest now
Niggas the maddest now, Kash in', I'm fuckin' a doll
Niggas they bladder now, I got em pissed as fuck
My diamonds lit as fuck, we in that tinted truck
Back to back benz, it's us, back to back tens, it's us

All of  my bitches is pretty seldom
Ain't no theory, my niggas is makin' it big, bang, Sheldon
The Gems with the Kendom, Pretty Boy Nation
Yeah, your bars cool, but that flow need concentration

I spend it, I spend a rack, then make it back
It's like I popped out in the 80s, they say, Slimy cracked
It's like I'm mother, but I carry niggas on my back
In the party, prayin' on fine shit, who that in the back

La-la, la-la, drippin' down in Prada
Whole lotta choppas Sada, niggas get the side eye
Niggas smoked no grava,  pull out sticks like "tah dah"
Showed yo true colors, like tie die
I get it on my own, never need no bitch, no
I pull up in that new shit, that Eventador
That nigga name don't ring bells, bitch, hit the door
That's word to Derrick, bitch, I'm stackin' up that Papa Dough

I'm S-L-I-M bitch, I'm him, them niggas pissed
I'm number one, but walk my ass up into Saks Fifth
And that's that avenue, bitch, what that choppa do
Can't even GTA, cause they don't got no drive boo

(BRYXN)
I spend, I spend a rack, I spend  a rack Walked out of Neiman's, then I walked my ass
up into Saks I get it on my own, never need no nigga hoe
I pull up in that new shit, that Eventador
Your pocket's little, gotta dip, pick up your chip

You gotta hold my bags when we walk out of Saks Fitfth
And that's that avenue, w- what that chopper, do?
This ain't no GTA, but my dawgs, they gon' chop you

Saks Fifth Ave Ft BRYXN

Pleasure My Pain

Slim:) #P25 #PBN The Rap Prince/KING 

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