Slay

Yeah, I came to slay
I came to slay, I came to slay
I came to slay, I came to slay
I came to slay

I came to slay, I came to slay
I stay with the muscle
The bag is okay
You know what the hustle
Move outta my way
I came to slay, no I came to slay

Soon as I walk in the room
I'ma just light up the room
Look how I'm carrying these bitches
I just bodied the room

I came to slay, I came to slay
I'm making a mess in this club
Move, fuck out of my way

I came to slay, check out my gear
I came to stay, ain't going nowhere
Hating ass bitches, y'all better beware
Dick and breath ohh, bitch I am here

I do not care, you can compare
Throwing designers, that's all that I wear
Whipping up on those up in the ear
I am a monster you better be scared

I came to slay, I came to slay
I stay with the muscle
The bag is okay
You know what the hustle
Move outta my way
I came to slay, no I came to slay

She came to slay, she came to slay
She came to murder these bitches
Then none of these bitches
They barely could stand in her way

She be so fly, get carried away
Paulika walker, ass in the way
Chanel on her arm, her bag for the day
Bum ass bitches get buried today hey

Pull up in papa like mama marol
She not at every show
Look how she style on these hoes
She don't want rep with these hoes

She only fuck with the realest of niggas
You just a regular nigga
She don't do regular niggas
She not a regular nigga

I came to slay, I came to slay
I stay with the muscle
The bag is okay
You know what the hustle
Move outta my way
I came to slay, no I came to slay



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Writer(s): Alan Joshua Wilkis, Elizabeth Mayhew Ryan
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