Slut - Dream Mclean

We’ve got that Charlie in the party, I’m hardly on the Marley

But for rizzle I am kicking like I’m Harley on a Harley

Call me Jordan with the car keys, to the Rari or Bugatti

Or Mo fucking Farah, I’m as fast as a Somali

Seekah brother, look at what we started, it’s an army

This Regime ain’t no army full of Nazis

I mix Patrón up with Corona and Bacardi with Bacardi

Either I’m on a fucking wave or I just started a tsunami

Robinson’s squash, that glass of fruit and barley

Calmly, chicken teriyake from wasabi

And a sarnie in the beamer with huaraches on the car seat

Top down, blasting Paul McCartney cause we’re gnarly, Regime

Handed her a tablet and said «put half in your mouth, darling»

Then half an hour later, we was just dancing around, laughing

Forgot what we were laughing about so we were just laughing about laughing

She said «can I ask you a question?», I said «why you asking about asking?

Bitch, just ask it»

I said if you want to be free, you should get high

She said «what for?», I said «five»

Six cans of Red Stripe

Is all it took for Lisa to take it in her left eye

I, was I in Europe for seven days

Ate a German bitch till she said «nein»

She said «nein»

I tried to act like I didn’t understand

But she said it ten times

Now, how the fuck can you ignore that?

She was down to fuck with me before that

She was down to suck me off and all that

She was down to cup another ball bag

Pull my trousers up, I was in all-black

Cause I went limp, she said «fall back»

But I powered up and then I bored that

Straight from the barbers with the cutthroat

Feeling fresh, big up S.A.S.

this my drug flow

Niggas wanna tell me «hugs, not drugs»

But fuck, yo, I think my dealer just ran out of hugs, though

Oh, drugs by the cup-load

Ecstasy in my drink, let the love flow

Yo, they wanna ask me if I fuck hoes

I’m like «yeah», they’re like «how many?», I’m like «fuck knows»