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No Auto Slimeeee Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Gregjs
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Greg Stewart




Lil Gregjs - No Auto Slimeeee Lyrics
Official




Yuh
You know
Allat gang shit
Never lame shit
Getcha muhf*ckin brain split
Niggas always acting like they hard or sum
Me and my niggas we be looking like they fraud or sum
All this shit that we done did i know its god or sum
When they play my f*cking music bitch better nod or sum
He play we up that durk no auto bitch you know the moto
Gang shit no lame shit
Bitch we slide tomorrow
Nah f*ck dat they said they want war so we slide today
I got rondo and got bullet know he round the way
I go get jackboy
Pick up bally know he down ta spray
Take your wife got all this drip they know we'll drown a bay
Take your ice and then your life get on the ground
Ok
She up the strap and hitcho back know thats my kinda bae
She with me but ima thug she feel kinda safe
Two doors just for me and her now thats my kinda rafe
I chip your block and then i dip i dont got time ta waste
If i slide am i gon f*ck i dont got time ta chase
He want smoke we do the most turn em to a ghost
He want smoke we do the most make him overdose
He wants clips give him a show and you know im the host
He want smoke we cook him toast then we have a toast
Yo homie died you did none but cried
Thats sad or what
We dont miss you ona list you mad or what
Yall was side by side
But you right here fine it aint adding up
New opp pack ina air this gas or what
He'a still be alive right now
If you niggas aint gas em up
All these niggas sound the same and yall gas em up
All these niggas sound the same and i done had enough
And you know this life a game no monopoly
Catch me at the show or ona rip that glock on me
Tato ona barrel
Keep them shots lowkey
Dont say you is my nigga
You do not know me
So dont you hold your f*cking hand out i do not know you
And if my bruva say he clueless then i dont know too
Cuz if its you or us i wont feel bad its gon be you
And then you'll really see a fool and it wont be Q
Im so tired of all these puter shooters they the worst
Like bitch you playing til they spraying
Know you date a hearse
Like bitch you playin im just sayin now your fate a curse
You see me right here
Then i disappear
All these songs and all these bars
How did this appear
Im wit doe wit all this dough
No this aint no deer
Ima solider thought i told ya
I cant show no fear
Gimme a k gimme a drac
No this aint no cheer
Gimme a cup gimme some ice
No this aint no beer
I turn to a beast in the night time
Count his days so we ending his life line
You know me we gon slide at the right time
This a dog fight mean it aint knife time
He wan be a star we put em on tv
F*ck it we put em on life time
If he purp at the party im stopping that bitch
And f*cking up everybody nice time
No cap
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Yuh
You know
Allat gang shit
Never lame shit
Getcha muhf*ckin brain split
Niggas always acting like they hard or sum
Me and my niggas we be looking like they fraud or sum
All this shit that we done did i know its god or sum
When they play my f*cking music bitch better nod or sum
He play we up that durk no auto bitch you know the moto
Gang shit no lame shit
Bitch we slide tomorrow
Nah f*ck dat they said they want war so we slide today
I got rondo and got bullet know he round the way
I go get jackboy
Pick up bally know he down ta spray
Take your wife got all this drip they know we'll drown a bay
Take your ice and then your life get on the ground
Ok
She up the strap and hitcho back know thats my kinda bae
She with me but ima thug she feel kinda safe
Two doors just for me and her now thats my kinda rafe
I chip your block and then i dip i dont got time ta waste
If i slide am i gon f*ck i dont got time ta chase
He want smoke we do the most turn em to a ghost
He want smoke we do the most make him overdose
He wants clips give him a show and you know im the host
He want smoke we cook him toast then we have a toast
Yo homie died you did none but cried
Thats sad or what
We dont miss you ona list you mad or what
Yall was side by side
But you right here fine it aint adding up
New opp pack ina air this gas or what
He'a still be alive right now
If you niggas aint gas em up
All these niggas sound the same and yall gas em up
All these niggas sound the same and i done had enough
And you know this life a game no monopoly
Catch me at the show or ona rip that glock on me
Tato ona barrel
Keep them shots lowkey
Dont say you is my nigga
You do not know me
So dont you hold your f*cking hand out i do not know you
And if my bruva say he clueless then i dont know too
Cuz if its you or us i wont feel bad its gon be you
And then you'll really see a fool and it wont be Q
Im so tired of all these puter shooters they the worst
Like bitch you playing til they spraying
Know you date a hearse
Like bitch you playin im just sayin now your fate a curse
You see me right here
Then i disappear
All these songs and all these bars
How did this appear
Im wit doe wit all this dough
No this aint no deer
Ima solider thought i told ya
I cant show no fear
Gimme a k gimme a drac
No this aint no cheer
Gimme a cup gimme some ice
No this aint no beer
I turn to a beast in the night time
Count his days so we ending his life line
You know me we gon slide at the right time
This a dog fight mean it aint knife time
He wan be a star we put em on tv
F*ck it we put em on life time
If he purp at the party im stopping that bitch
And f*cking up everybody nice time
No cap
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Writer: Greg Stewart
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