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I don't know 00:01
I don't know what's wrong with you girls 00:03
I feel like y'all don't need love 00:06
You need somebody who could micromanage you 00:08
You know what I'm sayin'? Tell you right from wrong 00:10
Who's smart from who's a fool 00:13
Which utensil to use for which food, like 00:14
I got a schedule to attend to, though 00:18
I can't relate 00:20
(6ix) 00:21
You bitches really get carried away 00:24
00:26
Makin' mistakes, then you beg me to stay 00:28
Got me wiggin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae 00:32
You got my mind in a terrible place 00:36
Whipped and chained you like American slaves 00:40
Act like you not used to Sheraton stays 00:44
I met the nigga you thought could replace 00:48
How were there even comparisons made? 00:52
Bitch, next time, I swear on my grandmother grave 00:56
I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made 01:00
Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out 01:05
01:10
Ayy, this ain't the littest I could get on you bitches 01:12
Send wires on wires on wires like Idris 01:18
You lucky that I don't take back what was given 01:22
I could have you on payment plan 'til you're 150 01:26
And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas 01:30
So I'ma fall back and let SZA talk her shit for a minute 01:34
Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slime 01:39
Damn, these niggas got me so twisted 01:45
How the fuck you so real, but play bitch on my line? 01:50
I can feel what you're spinnin' 01:54
Got too much pride to let no burnt nigga slime me out 01:56
Pull up, go write about 02:01
My night, got time, let's discuss all those lies about 02:03
Frontin' out here like you diggin' me out 02:07
And I ain't even cummin', I'm in and out 02:09
And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about 02:11
And I can spin a hoe, I'm airin' it out 02:13
I'm goin' off like a sawed-off 02:15
You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin' 02:18
But with me, you know you doin' all that shit 02:22
You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off 02:26
But with me, you know I'm gon' get it all 02:30
How you niggas get so carried away? 02:34
Trippin' when that dick is barely third place 02:37
Fucked out of pity, it's cute that you lame 02:41
Dip 'cause it's mid, I can't fake like it's hangin' 02:45
Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out 02:49
Oh-whoa, whoa 02:55
02:59
Yeah 03:06
January, you pretend to see life clearly, yearly 03:08
February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside 03:12
For the fantasy of gettin' married, very scary 03:15
March got you already second guessin' titles 03:20
April, spring is here and just like a spring, you start to spiral 03:23
May brings some warmer days, poolside, gettin' very tan 03:27
June have you movin' ice-cold, goin' back and forth with a married man 03:31
July, that's when I found out you lied 03:35
August, it was "baby" this, "baby" that like you had your tubes tied 03:38
September, we fallin' off, but I'm still the man you tryna win over 03:42
October is all about me 'cause your turn should've been over 03:46
November got you moodboardin' for next year and you're single 03:50
December the gift-givin' month and now you wanna rekindle our year 03:54
04:00
Tryna build trust, showin' me your DMs, how they tryna bag you 04:04
Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news 04:08
Get a nigga hit for 50 racks, girl, the beef cost like it's wagyu 04:12
Get a nigga hit, I'll make his ass see the light like a half-moon 04:16
Shout to QC, pretty sure I made Pee M's like it's past noon 04:20
All I really know is W's and M's, life lookin' like a bathroom 04:25
All I really know is M bags like I drove through and ordered fast food 04:29
Sayin' that I'm too guarded with my feelings, who the fuck even asked you? 04:32
Seven bodyguards, just in case somebody really wanna try and crash through 04:36
Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin' to me, it's some half-truths 04:41
If I don't pay your rent, it end up like an old hairstyle, girl, it's past due 04:45
If I don't- 04:49
Ah-ah-ah, that's as far as I got 04:51
04:53

Slime You Out

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Drake, SZA
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[English]

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 micromanage you

You know what I'm sayin'? Tell you right from wrong

Who's smart from who's a fool

Which utensil to use for which food, like

I got a schedule to attend to, though

I can't relate

(6ix)

You bitches 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 nigga you thought could replace

How were there even comparisons made?

Bitch, 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 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 150

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

Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slime

Damn, these niggas got me so twisted

How the fuck you so real, but play bitch on my line?

I can feel what you're spinnin'

Got too much pride to let no burnt nigga slime me out

Pull up, go write about

My night, got time, let's discuss all those lies about

Frontin' out here like you diggin' me out

And I ain't even cummin', I'm in and out

And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about

And I can spin a hoe, I'm airin' it out

I'm goin' off like a sawed-off

You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin'

But with me, you know you doin' all that shit

You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off

But with me, you know I'm gon' get it all

How you niggas get so carried away?

Trippin' 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 like it's hangin'

Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out

Oh-whoa, whoa

...

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 you moodboardin' for next year and you're single

December the gift-givin' month and now you wanna rekindle our year

...

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 nigga hit for 50 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 Pee M's like it's past noon

All I really know is W's and M's, 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 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 talkin' to me, it's some half-truths

If I don't pay your rent, it end up like an old hairstyle, girl, it's past due

If I don't-

Ah-ah-ah, that's as far as I got

...

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Gramática:

  • You need somebody who **could** micromanage you

    ➔ Verbo modal 'could' para situações hipotéticas/sugestões.

    ➔ Aqui, "could" sugere a *capacidade* de alguém para microgerenciar, não necessariamente a realidade disso. Propõe o que alguém *poderia* precisar.

  • Makin' mistakes, then you beg me **to stay**

    ➔ Oração infinitiva (to + verbo) como objeto de 'beg'.

    ➔ 'To stay' é a ação que alguém está implorando. Verbos como 'beg', 'want', 'need', etc., são frequentemente seguidos por uma oração infinitiva.

  • Act like you **not used to** Sheraton stays

    ➔ Uso de 'not used to' + substantivo para expressar falta de familiaridade ou falta de costume.

    ➔ Implica que a pessoa deveria estar familiarizada com as estadias no Sheraton, mas está fingindo não estar.

  • You lucky **that** I don't take back what was given

    ➔ 'That' introduzindo uma oração subordinada que explica por que o sujeito tem sorte.

    ➔ A palavra "that" aqui funciona como um subordinador, conectando a oração principal "You lucky" com a razão dessa sorte.

  • How **the fuck** you so real, but play bitch on my line?

    ➔ Frase interrogativa com o vulgarismo intensificador "the fuck".

    ➔ A frase "the fuck" adiciona intensidade e ênfase à pergunta. Gramaticalmente, a estrutura continua sendo uma pergunta, mas o tom é muito mais forte.

  • Got **too much** pride **to let** no burnt nigga slime me out

    ➔ Too + adjetivo + to + infinitivo: expressando uma consequência do excesso.

    ➔ A frase "too much pride to let" indica que o nível de orgulho é tão alto que a impede de ser enganada por alguém.

  • Dip 'cause it's mid, I can't fake **like it's hangin'**

    ➔ 'Like' usado como uma conjunção que introduz uma oração de comparação ou maneira. Elipse ('it is') depois de 'like'.

    ➔ A frase implica uma comparação; ela não pode fingir que a experiência é agradável ou valiosa 'like' (como se) fosse uma experiência satisfatória.

  • Sayin' that I'm too guarded with my feelings, **who the fuck even asked you?**

    ➔ Pergunta retórica usando "who the fuck" para ênfase, indicando aborrecimento ou rejeição.

    ➔ Esta é uma pergunta retórica destinada a expressar um forte desacordo com a opinião não solicitada da pessoa. O vulgarismo reforça a irritação do orador.