SLEAZE

Imma Sleaze
They creep at night
They Call me
When they want that—(Ah)
Imma let the barrel blow
Keep it bustin
Let it snow
Let it go
No Elsa
But I'm doing you cold
And polarizing ya pockets
Leave you stuck on stupid
Who said I'm fly?
Oh I'm so far in the clouds
I think asking if I'm high
When I say I'm in coach
I mean the brand da of my shoe
And not my seat in the Boeing
Please don't disturb me on the plane
Or you will catch me joe-ing
(No tripping)
No crack, by last few lines that I spit
I'm one of the dopest
No Hocus Pocus, spooky antics
Tom & Jerry, On sight

Slidin through the crib
When the dealer say it's empty
Finesse 'em outta sum bags
Some designer, a couple bennies

The troop tourin yo city
Dey on a mission
Ski masks
Concealing faces
No traces
Vanishing fake Faces
Especially them jelly beans
It's just a few
Only thee realest are on my team
Thinkin' you above us?
You a goofy, you hella green
When I step in the scene I be killing em
Homicide, head to toe
Get ready fo they funeral
Got an issue, I'mma dead em
After I'm finish
Only way to identify you
Is by your dental
Now hush while I pose for this cover
Giving all 10s across the board
This that redbone, Donald Glover
I meant Gambino
I line em up like it's a free throw
Gotten waitin on me to call their number
Like we playing bingo

Slidin through the crib
When da dealer say it's empty
Finesse them outta sum bags
Some designer, a couple bennies
I like to do em greasy
They call me Mr.Sleazy
Imma Sleaze
I Creep at night
Call me when you want that Ah

Imma Sleaze
I creep at night
We can get it crackin
Early Dawn or Late at Night
Where you at?
Drop the Lo
Meet on the ave
Rob em with no eye in sight
Fight or Flight
Fists like mike
Packin a punch that like to bite



Credits
Writer(s): Aleksandr Feoktistov, Gerrel Jerome, Maurice Fleming
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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