Drake - Slime You Out (feat. SZA) (가사/듣기)

 

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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 micro-manage 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 really

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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

Ayy, 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 'til 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, slime

 

Damn, these niggas got me so twisted

How the fuck you so real, but play bitch on my line?

I can feel what you spendin'

Got too much pride to let no burnt nigga slime me out

Pull up, go ride about, my night, got time

Let's discuss all those lies about

Frontin' out here, like you dickin' me out

And I ain't even comin', numbin' it out

And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about

And I can spin the ho, I'm airin' it out

I'm goin' on like a sawed-off

You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin'

But with me, you know 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 liking sex

 

Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out

Oh-woah, woah

 

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've been over

November, got your moodboardin' for next year and you're single

December the gift givin' month and now you wanna rekindle, I

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 P Ms like it's past noon

All I really know is Ws and Ms, 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 when I hear you talkin' to me, it's some half truth

If I don't pay your rent, it end up like a old hairstyle, girl, that's past due

If I don't—

 

Ah, ah, that's as far as I got