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slug † christ - slug party كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: slug christ]
pill poppin’, xans, b_tch i got em
passed out on the floor and i still ain’t stopping
neighbors keep knockin’, askin’ us to stop it
but we can’t and we won’t till we all start dropping
and its 4 in the morning and we straight soaring
ain’t never coming down sober life is boring
and i keep pouring with b_tches in my bed
reciting wiccan spells they connecting with the dead di meetch

[verse 2: houdinne]
molly with the shrooms, thats how i’m doing
purple in the blunt, b_tch i’m barely moving
real sh_t, yung b_tch, cop k!lla
for rella, 45 with a cigarilla
stay faded, i’m smokin on that loud pack
tryna l!ck a p_ssy clean like a snack pack
finna slam a f_ck dunk unh shaq attack
my brah chaz in the other room breakin backs

[verse 3: slug christ]
aww god d_mn i think i came in yo b_tch
punch that b_tch in the gut as contraceptive
f_ck babies unless you smokin them
40,000 b_tches and my d_ck is super soakin them
[verse 4: houdinne]
trippin off that molly, mixing dmt with alcohol
yung b_tch beg me to f_ck her p_ssy foul like basket ball (like basket ball)?
geeked off them diamonds causе my chain the color of adderall
staggerin, og, shoulda odеd off adderall
drinkin a 40, roll up an 8th in one blunt, n_gga i’m f_cked
let down the walls, hitting the gravity bong, yo b_tch wassup, huh?
p_ssing and sh_tting while l!cking my d_ck and my b_lls, some b_tch i met the mall
this is f_cked up, i hope the cops don’t show up

[chorus: houdinne]
welcome to the party
slug party
blunts fat lines fat chris farley
the party
slug god party
we strapped up choppers sheen like charlie

[verse 5: catt moop]
hopped up in the whip
bout to bounce to slug’s party
picked up my golden chalice
mixed the whisk with that bomb lean
put that sh_t in my cup holder
f_ck waitin i’m bout to leave
dipped the blunt up in the cup
h_ll yeah you know i gotta blow the tree
ridin 80 on a 25
that 5_0 right by my side
flashin lights no kanye
not tryna be in jail tonight
walked up to my window
chopped him up, toshindo
put him in the truck, no sh_t tho
what do i tell my kinfolk?
f_ck it still hittin up tha joint
need to look for a b_tch to boink
drown my problems in all the drugs
i know yung slug got it all on point
so i park my car and pop the trunk
gotta mix the pig with all the skunk
kick the door cop in my arms
need to hide him quick, need a lucky charm
as soon as i put the body down
all the b_tches start crowdin around
like ‘oh you really k!lled him tho?
let’s f_ck with this pig, let’s take off his clothes!”
molly jumps up runnin round with his hat
mary all laughin straight p_ssin on the badge
officer rose ain’t got a life and now lucy’s got on his name tag
[verse 6: slug christ]
take that cops d_ck, snort a line of of it
stoked that catt brought a f_ckin dead cop up in this b_tch
hang him high, gut the pig, light him up, light a cig
rail a bump, rail a b_tch, f_ck is up we k!llin it
feelin her chest, weed on my breath
we sippin and tippin and smokin the cest
chill with my bros and f_ck the rest
feelin so f_cked and feelin so blessed
the f_ck was that? sirens and sh_t
swat on the back and swat on whips
bang on the door, runnin up quick
rail a few more and prepare for this sh_t

[chorus: houdinne]
slug party
slug party
slug party
its a slug party
slug party
slug party
slug party
its a slug party

- slug † christ

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