Slime You Out
Drake feat. Sza
Bevat samples uit Just Ask Me van The Soul Superbs (1974)
Titel
Slime You Out
Lengte
5:10
Componist(en)
Aubrey Graham · Solana Rowe · Noel Cadastre · Noah Shebib · Benjamin Saint Fort · Dalton Tennant · Grant Lapointe · C. Powell
Producer(s)
BNYX®, Grant Lapointe, Noel Cadastre, Noah "40" Shebib, Drake, Phillip "D10" Tennant / Additional Producer: Dalton Tennant
Engineer(s)
Hector Castro, Noel Cadastre / Technische assistentie: Jad El Khoury
Mixage
Noel Cadastre
Platenlabel
Republic Records
Releasedatum
15-09-2023
Hoogste positie UK
10
Hoogste positie US
1
Album
Slime You Out
Songtekst
I don't know, I don't know what's wrong with you, girls. I feel like y'all don't need love. You need somebody who could micromanage you, you know what I'm sayin', tell you right from wrong, who's smart from who's the fool, which utensil to use for which food, like I got a schedule to attend to, though. I can't relate
6ix
You bitches really get carried away
Makin' mistakes, then you beg me to stay
Got me wiggin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae
You got my mind in a terrible place
Whipped and chained you like American slaves
Act like you not used to Sheraton stays
I met the nigga you thought could replace
How were there even comparisons made
Bitch, next time I swear on my grandmother grave
I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made
Slimin' you out
Slimin' you out
Slimin' you out
Ay
This ain't the littest I could get on you bitches
Send wires on wires on wires like Idris
You lucky that I don't take back what was given
I could have you on payment plan till you're hundred and fifty
And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas
So I'ma fall back and let Sza talk her shit for a minute
Slimin' you out
Slimin' you out
Slimin' you out
Damn
These niggas got me so twisted
How the fuck you so real, but play bitch on my line
I can feel what you're spinnin'
Got too much pride to let no burnt nigga slime me out
Pull up, go write about
My night, got time
Let's discuss all those lies about
Frontin' out here like you diggin' me out
And I ain't even cummin', I'm in and out
And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about
And I can spin a ho, I'm airin' it out
I'm goin' off like a sawed-off
You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin'
But with me you know you doin' all that shit
You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off
But with me you know I'm gon' get it all
How you niggas get so carried away
Trippin' when that dick is barely third place
Fucked out of pity, it's cute that you lame
Dip, cause it's mid, I can't fake like it's hangin'
Slimin' you out
I'm slimin' you out
I'm slimin' you out, oh
Yeah
January, you pretend to see life clearly
Yearly
February is the time that you put the evil eye
And the pride aside
For the fantasy of gettin' married
Very scary
March got you already second guessin' titles
April, spring is here and just like a spring
You start to spiral
May brings some warmer days
Poolside, gettin' very tan
June have you movin' ice cold
Goin' back and forth with a married man
July, that's when I found out you lied
August, it was "baby" this, "baby" that
Like you had your tubes tied
September, we fallin' off
But I'm still the man you tryna win over
October is all about me
Cause your turn should have been over
November got you moodboardin' for next year
And you're single
December the gift-givin' month
And now you wanna rekindle our year
Tryna build trust, showin' me your DMs
How they tryna bag you
Ironic how the news I got about you
Ended up bein' bad news
Get a nigga hit for fifty racks, girl
The beef cost like it's wagyu
Get a nigga hit, I'll make his ass see the light
Like a half-moon
Shout to QC, pretty sure I made Pee M's
Like it's past noon
All I really know is W's and M's
Life lookin' like a bathroom
All I really know is M bags
Like I drove through and ordered fast food
Sayin' that I'm too guarded with my feelings
Who the fuck even asked you
Seven bodyguards
Just in case somebody really wanna try and crash through
Don't know why I listen to you wen I hear you talkin' to me
It's some half-truths
If I don't pay your rent, it end up like an old hairstyle
Girl, it's past due
If I don't ...
Ah, that's as far as I got
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