“Drake’s much-anticipated album, ‘For All The Dogs,’ kicks off with the lead single, ‘Slime You Out,’ featuring SZA. In this track, both Drake and SZA delve into the theme of feeling used by their former partners, baring their personal emotions and shedding light on their less benevolent inclinations when it comes to the opposite sex. The term ‘slime you out’ here conveys the idea of exploiting someone for sexual gratification.”

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“Slime You Out Lyrics” Song Info

Song Name Slime You Out
Singer Drake ft. SZA
Music BNYX®, Grant Lapointe, D10, Noel Cadastre, 40, Drake
Lyricist BNYX, Grant Lapointe, D10 & 5 more
Movie Drake VEVO

Slime You Out Lyrics – 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 sayin’? 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

You b!tches really get carried away
Makin’ mistakes then you beg me to stay
Got me wiggin’ 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 n!gga you thought could replace
How were there even comparisons made?
B!tch, next time, I swear on my grandmother grave
I’m slimin’ you for them kid choices you made
Slimin’ you out, slimin’ you out, slimin’ you out
Ayy, this ain’t the littest, I could get on you b!tches
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 n!ggas
So I’ma fall back and let SZA talk her sh1t for a minute

Slimin’ you out, slimin’ you out, slime

Damn, these n!ggas got me so twisted
How the f*ck you so real, but play b!tch on my line?
I can feel what you spendin’
Got too much pride to let no burnt n!gga slime me out
Pull up, go ride about, my night, got time
Let’s discuss all those lies about
Frontin’ out here, like you d1ckin’ me out
And I ain’t even comin’ over it now
And you ain’t ’bout the sh1t you rappin’ about
And I can spin the ho, I’m airin’ it out
I’m goin’ on like it’s sawed-off
You tell these h0es you ain’t cuddlin’
But with me you know, doing all that sh1t
You tellin’ these h0es you ain’t trickin’ off
But with me you know, I’m gon’ get it all
How you n!ggas get so carried away?
Trippin’ when that d!ck gets barely third place
F*cked out of pity, it’s cute that you lame
Damn, ’cause there’s men that can fake liking s*x

Slimin’ you out, I’m slimin’ you out, I’m slimin’ you out
Oh-woah, woah

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 gettin’ married, very scary
March got you already second guessin’ titles
April, Spring is here and just like a spring you start to spiral
May brings some warmer days
Poolside gettin’ very tan
June have you movin’ ice cold, goin’ 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 fallin’ 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 moodboardin’ for next year and you’re single
December the gift givin’ month and now you wanna rekindle, I
Tryna build trust, showin’ me your DMs, how they tryna bag you
Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein’ bad news
Get a n!gga hit for fifty racks, girl, the beef cost like it’s Wagyu
Get a n!gga hit, I’ll make his a$$ 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 lookin’ like a bathroom
All I really know is M bags, like I drove through and ordered fast food
Sayin’ that I’m too guarded with my feelings, who the f*ck 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 talkin’ 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—

Ah, ah, that’s as far as I got

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