SLEEK BASTARD

That feeling when the po
Started to chasin me
The suffering, the bells ring
Give me a run for my money
Fill the glass with a hennesy
Moving hard, keep it thrill
Once you got that kind of feeling
You can't hold up that ceiling
Even the sky is start to falling
This party would still runnin
This ain't hide & seek
Don't count it 1 to 3
Ya'll must chill or ure gonna killed
Spray your body with the uzi

Fuck them all, this is me
Lil bastard of the century

Im a Sleek bastard
My shirt Lock, fuck dem louis
Im a Sleek bastard
I'm a ghost, my bitch speak spanish
Im a Sleek bastard
Too sexy, they cannot handle me
Im a Sleek bastard
Too hot, no one cannot freeze me

Im a Sleek bastard
My shirt Lock, fuck dem louis
Im a Sleek bastard
I'm a ghost, my bitch speak spanish
Im a Sleek bastard
Too sexy, they cannot handle me
Im a Sleek bastard
Too hot, no one cannot freeze me

I'm Shining like their gold grills
I'm the dope, I am fentanyl
Hit and run, I gave the bill
Get paid and thats the deal
How bout the coupe
How bout the loop
Gimme the juice
She licked it good
Hot chicken soup
Callin the roots
All of the troops
Ready to shoot
Shooting the goose
Gimme the juice
Gimme the boost
Gimme my shoes
I cannot lose
You better move
Or get the bruises
You cannot choose

Fuck them all, this is me
Lil bastard of the century

Im a Sleek bastard
My shirt Lock, fuck dem louis
Im a Sleek bastard
I'm a ghost, my bitch speak spanish
Im a Sleek bastard
Too sexy, they cannot handle me
Im a Sleek bastard
Too hot, no one cannot freeze me

Im a Sleek bastard
My shirt Lock, fuck dem louis
Im a Sleek bastard
I'm a ghost, my bitch speak spanish
Im a Sleek bastard
Too sexy, they cannot handle me
Im a Sleek bastard
Too hot, no one cannot freeze me



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