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Shygirl - SLIME Lyrics



Shygirl - SLIME Lyrics
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The way I got you on the run, I hear you say "Let's f*ck all night"
Feeling something better, I might f*ck her if I'm feeling tight
Right, um, got me feeling something that I need to get that itch scratched
Turn around and give to papi, yeah, I wanna
Bad bitches always have to keep their hands wet, we're too slick
I like to glide, figure skate on a bitch
Turn around, she likes to ride, is she cute, yeah she might?
She a baddie for the season or a baddie for the night

She tore it, look at that slime
That silk smooth dutty wine
Every inch she moves what's mine
Yeah, yeah
She's for the streets, bitch (and that's fine)
She's for the streets, bitch (mmm)
She tore it, look at that slime
That silk smooth dutty wine
Every inch she moves what's mine
Yeah, yeah
She's for the streets, bitch
She's for the streets, bitch

She came to f*ck
Tell me now if you're looking to get down
In the back, in the front, on the highway in your truck
I don't give a f*ck, turn me up, let me hear it louder
I can never get enough, is it rough?
When you see me in the club, with the bottles turning up
I got pretty mean bitches if you wanna try your luck
Only stunting with the A team, know you wanna touch
Bite it off, real Rottweiler bitch in the streets when I want

You can holla at me
Back of the club with the Hennessy
Two shots and I'm running lean
Come pour me up
Yeah, you can holla at me
Back of the club with the Hennessy
Two shots and I'm running lean
Come pour me up

She tore it, look at that slime
That silk smooth dutty wine
Every inch she moves what's mine
She's for the streets, bitch (and that's fine)
She's for the streets, bitch (mmm)
She tore it, look at that slime
That silk smooth dutty wine
Every inch she moves what's mine
She's for the streets, bitch
She's for the streets, bitch
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The way I got you on the run, I hear you say "Let's f*ck all night"
Feeling something better, I might f*ck her if I'm feeling tight
Right, um, got me feeling something that I need to get that itch scratched
Turn around and give to papi, yeah, I wanna
Bad bitches always have to keep their hands wet, we're too slick
I like to glide, figure skate on a bitch
Turn around, she likes to ride, is she cute, yeah she might?
She a baddie for the season or a baddie for the night

She tore it, look at that slime
That silk smooth dutty wine
Every inch she moves what's mine
Yeah, yeah
She's for the streets, bitch (and that's fine)
She's for the streets, bitch (mmm)
She tore it, look at that slime
That silk smooth dutty wine
Every inch she moves what's mine
Yeah, yeah
She's for the streets, bitch
She's for the streets, bitch

She came to f*ck
Tell me now if you're looking to get down
In the back, in the front, on the highway in your truck
I don't give a f*ck, turn me up, let me hear it louder
I can never get enough, is it rough?
When you see me in the club, with the bottles turning up
I got pretty mean bitches if you wanna try your luck
Only stunting with the A team, know you wanna touch
Bite it off, real Rottweiler bitch in the streets when I want

You can holla at me
Back of the club with the Hennessy
Two shots and I'm running lean
Come pour me up
Yeah, you can holla at me
Back of the club with the Hennessy
Two shots and I'm running lean
Come pour me up

She tore it, look at that slime
That silk smooth dutty wine
Every inch she moves what's mine
She's for the streets, bitch (and that's fine)
She's for the streets, bitch (mmm)
She tore it, look at that slime
That silk smooth dutty wine
Every inch she moves what's mine
She's for the streets, bitch
She's for the streets, bitch
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Writer: Blane Muise
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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