[Intro: Drake]
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 saying? 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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[Verse 1: Drake]
You bitches really get carried away
Making mistakes then you beg me to stay
Got me wigging 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 sliming you for them kid choices you made
Sliming you out, sliming you out, sliming 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
[Refrain: Drake]
Sliming you out, sliming you out, slime
[Verse 2: SZA]
Damn, these niggas got me so twisted
How the fuck you so real, but play bitch on my line?
I can feel what you spending
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
Fronting out here, like you dicking me out
And I ain’t even coming, numbing it out
And you ain’t ’bout the shit you rapping about
And I can spin the ho, I’m airing it out
I’m going on like a sawed-off
You tell these hoes you ain’t cuddling
But with me, you know doing all that shit
You telling these hoes you ain’t tricking off
But with me, you know I’m gone get it all
How you niggas get so carried away?
Tripping 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
[Refrain: SZA]
Sliming you out, I’m sliming you out, I’m sliming you out
Oh-woah, woah
[Verse 3: Drake]
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 getting married, very scary
March got you already second guessing titles
April, Spring is here and just like a spring you start to spiral
May brings some warmer days
Poolside getting very tan
June have you moving ice cold
Going 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 falling 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 moodboarding for next year and you’re single
December the gift giving month and now you wanna rekindle, I
Tryna build trust, showing me your DMs, how they tryna bag you
Ironic how the news I got about you ended up being 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 looking like a bathroom
All I really know is M bags
Like I drove through and ordered fast food
Saying 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 talking 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—
[Outro: Drake]
Ah, ah, that’s as far as I gotbn
