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Chris Brown & Young Thug Big Slimes
Everything about this song is special. From the layered vocals and harmonies in the chorus, to Gunna’s seamless transition into his verse, to the production from Turbo The Great. “Big Slimes” is one of the best songs on the brand new collaborative mixtape from Chris Brown and Young Thug, and that much will be clear to you upon your first listen.
Serving as the longest song on the project, “Big Slimes” is also the most complete record on the 12-song tracklist. It starts off with Young Thug rapping the hook over a solid Turbo-produced beat. He heads into the first verse before passing the baton off to Chris Brown, who suits the tone perfectly. Then, after a second chorus, Gunna hops in and delivers what some consider to be a stand-out verse on the entire mixtape. This type of production sounds like it was created specifically with the YSL Records rapper in mind. Finally, Lil Duke closes out the track with his gritty vocals, offering a different perspective to the song.
Chris Brown & Young Thug – Big Slimes (ft. Gunna & Lil Duke) (prod. Turbo)
Lyrics
[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t know what it’s like to stop
(Run that back, Turbo)
Ayy
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Got a Glock on my side, but it’s more like my main bitch, woah (It’s more like my main bitch, yeah)
Keep it real, baby girl, I’m the one you could bank with (I’m the one you could bank with)
Yeah, keep it real, I’m the one that’s not with the banquet
No, not with that stank shit (No)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (Skrrt)
You talkin’ to the big slime (You talkin’ to the big slime)
Different strokes with a big thot (Oh)
Micro Draco got big knots (Big knots)
To any rapper, this a big swap (Swap)
Lifetime goal, call the big shots (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Uh, if you can’t stand him, go sit his ass down like a desktop (Woo), woo
Thankin’ the Lord that my nigga made it out of the cell block, woo (He made it out)
Keep it one hundred, my oath was never to tell cops, yeah
My seals popped, I been mixin’ this Act’ with the cherry pop, yeah (Woo)
Black matte the pano’-ca-‘ramics, these niggas’ll never catch up, yeah (Or let me just push out the skrrt)
I gotta tiptoe your pussy, my flask is Red Sox (Sip red, ooh)
I had to tell that lil’ thottie she walkin’ on tight rocks (Yeah, yeah), yeah
Keep a dramatic lil’ baddie on top of the top floor (Oh)
Big slap on the wrist, I learned my lessons
Way too many millions to be cappin’
Squirt on her titty, now she think she know us
And I keep a 40 on my waistline (Let’s go)
[Bridge: Young Thug & Chris Brown]
You know, you know, you know, you know (You know, you know, you know)
You know, you know, you know, yeah (You know, you know, you know)
You know, you know, you know, you know (You know, you know, you know)
You know, you know, you know, you know (Yeah, yeah, you know)
[Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown]
Got a Glock on my side, but it’s more like my main bitch, woah (It’s more like my main bitch, yeah)
Keep it real, baby girl, I’m the one you could bank with (Oh, oh)
Yeah, keep it real, I’m the one that’s not with the banquet (No)
No, not with that stank shit (No)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (I ride with)
You talkin’ to the big slime
[Verse 2: Chris Brown & Young Thug]
Big drip on me, VVs on me, congratulate myself
Got that on me, live like Tony, AR on the shelf
Light speed with emotion, melody I made myself
Big B’s on me, yeah
Ice, I just need my AP, no presi’, I stay to myself, wavy
Gold teeth, niggas can’t bite me, this ain’t no rabies
Blame me, oh, why you wanna blame me? These bitches be crazy
Blessing, come follow me, baby, teach you a lesson
Got a couple cars for a couple hoes, might fuck ’em all in my whip
Come through in this carpool, I skrrt-skrrt and we dip
I’ma pray to God for purple rain, that double cup, I sip
Ooh, fantasies, I’ll show you that it’s real (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown]
Got a Glock on my side, but it’s more like my main bitch, woah (It’s more like my main bitch, yeah)
Keep it real, baby girl, I’m the one you could bank with (Oh, oh)
Yeah, keep it real, I’m the one that’s not with the banquet (No)
No, not with that stank shit (No)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (I ride with)
You talkin’ to the big slime
[Verse 3: Gunna]
Big slime
You’re talkin’ to the big slime (Yeah)
We get a b-dub in Magic (Yeah)
I think this might be a classic (Classic)
I hid some racks in the attic (Racks)
I’m on a 30 P, Addy (Oh)
I got an addiction to fashion (Yeah)
I walk in the club with that static (Yeah)
I’m just tryna get me a backend (Backend)
Tell my driver to pull up, then back in (Back in)
Helicopter to fly over traffic (Traffic)
On my grind, ain’t no time for relaxin’ (Relaxin’)
Spend it up, I been bringin’ that cash in
I’ma go grab that Maybach wagon (Nah)
Think I’m headed to space age status (Nah)
I might go cop that big boy Patek (Patek)
She was takin’ a picture, uh, uh
She was takin’ a picture with my jacket
Just don’t buck ’cause these bitches really petty (Woah)
I’m controllin’ the stick like it was Madden (Nah)
I’ma get up and make me something happen
Ain’t no use in me wastin’ my talent
We never lackin’
I’m smokin’ ‘Woods like a cabin
I put my bitch in some fast shit (Fast shit)
Turn my whole crib to a palace
In London, I’m shoppin’ at Harrods
All this money, we ’bout to get married (Married)
Niggas runnin’ they mouth like a parrot (Parrot)
I’m a bunny, I keep me some carats (Ayy)
[Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown]
Got a Glock on my side, but it’s more like my main bitch, woah (It’s more like my main bitch, yeah)
Keep it real, baby girl, I’m the one you could bank with (Oh, oh)
Yeah, keep it real, I’m the one that’s not with the banquet (No)
No, not with that stank shit (No)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (I ride with)
You talkin’ to the big slime
Different strokes with a big thot (Oh)
Micro Draco got big knots (Big knots)
To any rapper, this a big swap (Swap)
Lifetime goal, call the big shots
[Verse 4: Lil Duke]
Got the Glock on my side, but the FN my main bitch (FN my main bitch, yeah)
We done got rich, but I cannot get caught with the same bitch (Caught with the same bitch, uh)
I got some hoes in LA and they speak different language (Speak different language, yeah)
Drop off the Porsche, and I brought me some work in the bank
Whole lot of racks and this shit still ain’t changin’
Used to be juggin’ and traffickin’ ‘bows (Traffickin’ ‘bows)
And I came up with some killers and you cannot trap if you don’t got no pole (Don’t got no pole)
All of my niggas, they millionaires, they think we sellin’ our souls (Our souls)
I’m never tellin’ her no (No)
I get the head and I go (I go)
I’ma go run up some more (Run up some more)
Stack up that paper, not stuntin’ these niggas at all (Stuntin’ these niggas at all)
Cakin’ that bitch, she a freak, and I beat up her walls (Her walls)
Pull up my pants right after I fuck her like I gotta leave, but I never call (No)
I fucked her friend, she say I’m a dog (Dog)
Won’t settle for less, we want it all (All)
[Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown]
Got a Glock on my side, but it’s more like my main bitch, woah (It’s more like my main bitch, yeah)
Keep it real, baby girl, I’m the one you could bank with (Oh, oh)
Yeah, keep it real, I’m the one that’s not with the banquet (No)
No, not with that stank shit (No)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (I ride with)
You talkin’ to the big slime
Different strokes with a big thot (Oh)
Micro Draco got big knots (Big knots)
To any rapper, this a big swap (Swap)
Lifetime goal, call the big shots
