"Out Shine The Slime" lyrics
Real Boston Richey & P'Wee Lyrics
Hello?
It's me again, I'm leaving another message and I just—
I hate I even gotta call your phone and apologize when—
I mean, this the man who God made me to be
This who I am, uh-huh
It's like I had to learn, like, to put myself first, is you gon' accept me for me?
Or, shit, it's like, man, I ain't even trippin', girl, I'll holler
But you know I'm sendin' my love from LA to wherever you are
Be sweet, Richey
Hate I had to write you this type letter on this type time
Ain't know how to say this shit in person, it's the right time
Fuck, I got caught and she on my damn mind
I don't promise this bitch that that was the last time
But I ain't gon' even lie, this lil' ho too attractive
I'm like, "Damn, this bitch fine"
This bitch here real petite, I'm tryna go eat her out
And I been showin' appreciation, outside with slimes
But, bitch, don't get it confused 'cause you can't outshine the slime
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Pussy-ass ho, why the fuck you can't answer your phone? Bruh, like
A nigga gotta just keep callin' you and callin' you just for you to answer the phone a lil' bit, like, come on, bruh
Like, nigga a P, bruh, nigga ain't— fuck ya
I wouldn't even wanna be ya, bitch
But it's alright
Got another bitch gon' these bags and fuck me all night
It be hard when you out here racin', know me very well
So often stack my pennies up, lil' nigga, wish me well
Like, woah, I been on my own, don't want no toxic love
Got no opps out, they might hate on me, that why my whole hood ball
On dick, still grind time, when I'm on the road, fiend for you like a drug
Because someday I can't leave you 'lone, pray that we make up, hey
Hate I had to write you this type letter on this type time
Ain't know how to say this shit in person, it's the right time
Fuck, I got caught and she on my damn mind
I don't promise this bitch that that was the last time
But I ain't gon' even lie, this lil' ho too attractive
I'm like, "Damn, this bitch fine"
This bitch here real petite, I'm tryna go eat her out
And I been showin' appreciation, outside with slimes
But, bitch, don't get it confused 'cause you can't outshine the slime
It's me again, I'm leaving another message and I just—
I hate I even gotta call your phone and apologize when—
I mean, this the man who God made me to be
This who I am, uh-huh
It's like I had to learn, like, to put myself first, is you gon' accept me for me?
Or, shit, it's like, man, I ain't even trippin', girl, I'll holler
But you know I'm sendin' my love from LA to wherever you are
Be sweet, Richey
Hate I had to write you this type letter on this type time
Ain't know how to say this shit in person, it's the right time
Fuck, I got caught and she on my damn mind
I don't promise this bitch that that was the last time
But I ain't gon' even lie, this lil' ho too attractive
I'm like, "Damn, this bitch fine"
This bitch here real petite, I'm tryna go eat her out
And I been showin' appreciation, outside with slimes
But, bitch, don't get it confused 'cause you can't outshine the slime
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options
Pussy-ass ho, why the fuck you can't answer your phone? Bruh, like
A nigga gotta just keep callin' you and callin' you just for you to answer the phone a lil' bit, like, come on, bruh
Like, nigga a P, bruh, nigga ain't— fuck ya
I wouldn't even wanna be ya, bitch
But it's alright
Got another bitch gon' these bags and fuck me all night
It be hard when you out here racin', know me very well
So often stack my pennies up, lil' nigga, wish me well
Like, woah, I been on my own, don't want no toxic love
Got no opps out, they might hate on me, that why my whole hood ball
On dick, still grind time, when I'm on the road, fiend for you like a drug
Because someday I can't leave you 'lone, pray that we make up, hey
Hate I had to write you this type letter on this type time
Ain't know how to say this shit in person, it's the right time
Fuck, I got caught and she on my damn mind
I don't promise this bitch that that was the last time
But I ain't gon' even lie, this lil' ho too attractive
I'm like, "Damn, this bitch fine"
This bitch here real petite, I'm tryna go eat her out
And I been showin' appreciation, outside with slimes
But, bitch, don't get it confused 'cause you can't outshine the slime
