Chris Brown, Young Thug ft. Gunna, Lil Duke – Big Slimes

Lyrics Big Slimes – Chris Brown, Young Thug feat. Gunna, Lil Duke

Got a Glock on my side but it’s more like my main b**ch, uh
Keep it real, baby girl, I’m the one you could bank with
Yeah, keep it real, I’m the one, it’s not what the bank with
Oh, not with the stank s**t
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad b**ch
You talkin’ to the big slime

Different strokes with a big thot
Micro Draco got a big knock
Tell any rapper, this a big swap
Lifetime goal, call the big shots

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Uh, if you can’t stand him, go sit his ass down like a desktop
Woo, thankin’ the Lord that my n**ga made it out of the cell block
Woo, keep it one hundred, my oath was never to tell cops
Yeah, my sales pop, I been mixin’ this Act’ with the cherry pop

Huh, right back to pay, make arrangements
These n**gas’ll never catch up
Yeah, I gotta tip to your p**sy, my flash is Red Sox
I had to tell that lil’ thottie, she walkin’ on tight rocks
Yeah, keep a dramatic, lil’ baddie on top of the top floor
Big slap on the wrist, I learned my lessons
Way too many millions to be cappin’
Squirt on the titty, now she think she know us
And I keep a .40 on my waistline

You know, you know, you know..
You know, you know, you know, yeah
You know, you know, you know..

Got a Glock on my side but it’s more like my main b**ch, uh
Keep it real, baby girl, I’m the one you could bank with
Yeah, keep it real, I’m the one, it’s not what the bank with
No, not with the stank s**t
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad b**ch
You talkin’ to the big slime

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Big drip on me, VVs on me, congratulate myself
Got that on me, live like Tony, AR on the shelf
Light speed with the motion, melody I made myself
Big Bs on me, yeah, ice, I just need my
AP, no Pres’, I stay to myself, wavy
Gold teeth, n**gas can’t bite me, this ain’t no rabies
Blame me, oh, why you wanna blame me, these b**ches be crazy
Blessin’, come follow me, baby, teach you a lesson
Got a couple cars for a couple h*es, might f**k ’em all in my whip
Come through in this carpool, I skrrt-skrrt and we dip
I’ma pray to God for purple rain, that double-cup, I sip
Ooh, fantasies, I’ll show you that it’s real

Got a Glock on my side but it’s more like my main b**ch, uh
Keep it real, baby girl, I’m the one you could bank with
Yeah, keep it real, I’m the one, it’s not what the bank with
No, not with the stank s**t
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad b**ch
You talkin’ to the big slime

Big slime, you’re talkin’ to the big slime
We get to beat ’em, imagine
I think this might be a classic
I hid some racks in the attic
I’m on the thirteen P addy
I got an addiction to fashion
I walk in the club with a static
I’m just tryna get me a backend
Tell my driver to pull up and back in
Helicopter to fly oνer traffic
On my grind, got no time for relaxin’
Spend it up, we makin’ that cash in
And I’ma go grab that Maybach wagon
Think I’m headed to space age status
I might go cop that big boy Patek

She was takin’ the pict, uh, uh
She was takin’ the picture with my jacket
Just don’t buck, all these b**ches really petty
I’m controllin’ the stick like it was Madden
I’ma get up and make me something happen
And no need to be wastin’ my talent
We never lackin’, I’m smokin’ woods like a cabin
I put my b**ch in some fast s**t
Turn my whole crib to a palace
In Atlanta, I’m shoppin’ at Harrods
All this money, we ’bout to get married
N**gas runnin’ their mouth like a parrot
I’m a bunny, I keep me some carats

Got a Glock on my side but it’s more like my main b**ch, uh
Keep it real, baby girl, I’m the one you could bank with
Yeah, keep it real, I’m the one, it’s not what the bank with
No, not with the stank s**t
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad b**ch
You talkin’ to the big slime

Different strokes with a big thot
Micro Draco got a big knock
Tell any rapper, this a big swap
Lifetime goal, call the big shots

Got the Glock on my side, but the FN my main b**ch
We done got rich but I cannot get caught with the same b**ch
I got some h*es in LA and they speak different language
Drop off the Porsche, and I bought me some work in the bank
Whole lot of racks in this s**t still ain’t changin’
Used to be juugin’ in traffic and broke
And I came over some killers
And you cannot trap if you don’t got no pole

All of my n**gas, they millionaires
They think we sellin’ our souls
I’m neνer tellin’ them no
I get the head and I go, I’ma go run up some more
Stack up the paper and I study these n**gas at all
Takin’ they b**ch, she a freak and I beat up her walls
Pull up my pants right after I f**k her
Like I gotta leave, but I never call
I f**ked her friend, she say I’m a dog
I started from less, we want it all

Got a Glock on my side but it’s more like my main b**ch, uh
Keep it real, baby girl, I’m the one you could bank with
Yeah, keep it real, I’m the one, it’s not what the bank with
No, not with the stank s**t
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad b**ch
You talkin’ to the big slime

Different strokes with a big thot
Micro Draco got a big knock
Tell any rapper, this a big swap
Lifetime goal, call the big shots…

➤ Written by Turbo, Gunna, Lil Duke, Young Thug & Chris Brown
Album: Slime & B
Produced by Turbo
Chris Brown | Young Thug | Lil Duke | Gunna | 2020

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