Slip Up

Slip up
Play dumb
Get Fucked
I'm done
Slip up
Slip up
Pick your bottom lip up

Slip up
Play dumb
Get Fucked
I'm done
Slip up
Slip up
Pick your bottom lip up

Slip up
Slip up
Pick your bottom lip up off the ground lil bitch
There ain't no god given gift
This is just that
Bottle poppin'
Bassline to get your pussy throbbin'
Hopin' that we make it to the top
Better hop in
Only fallin' off when we dead in a coffin
(WHAT)
Sweet like Eggo
Frosted tips on her L strip
Fits like Leggo
That ass and this hand
Need a little introduction
Put your left cheek up if you're really tryna' function
(WHAT)
I don't know
Fell Shucks
On a roll
Slipped up
Now we gold
You forgot
Now you know

Slip up
Play dumb
Get Fucked
I'm done
Slip up
Slip up
Pick your bottom lip up

Slip up
Play dumb
Get Fucked
I'm done
Slip up
Slip up
Pick your bottom lip up

Slip up
Play dumb
Get Fucked
I'm done
Slip up
Slip up
Pick your bottom lip up

Slip up
Play dumb
Get Fucked
I'm done
Slip up
Slip up
Pick your bottom lip up



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Writer(s): Fatal Wilson
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