slizzyhunchodon
Tss
I am with the smoke so if I don't know you, don't get to close
Please don't think shit sweet
If a nigga run up, its murder, she wrote
Slizzy, I'm givin' 'em hope
I really be outside, out with the pope
Baby girl keep on your clothes and open your mouth up
I want your throat
She suckin' it good, she loving the wood
I think I might give her a stroke
She come from the hood, she misunderstood
I told her "I already know"
I fucked her one time
Then after that I had to pass that bitch to the bro
(And this beat from Cash, not from youtube)
Fo' sure
Keep the bitch out of the dough
Lil' ratchet lil' shit from the hood
She put that shit on, she get on the floor
I'm snatchin' that lil baby soul
Lil' bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic
We ready for smoke
We havin' guns and drugs, she still, she tellin' she wanna go (Yeah)
Overly pushin' my pockets, I'm Cash Cobain (Cash)
Yeah, bottles on bottles, she thirsty, now who want a drank? (Soo)
Hm, young nigga makin' them birds, brrt, sing (Yeah)
I'm in New York like a Knick' with your bitch in the paint
(Let's go; tss)
I'm in New York, but I got this lil' bitch in the A (Woo)
And she wanna come with some friends
I told her I'm puttin' bitches on a plane (Bang)
I just now back out the Benz, the bitches, she left
Now she wanna stay (Phew)
I'm really the Slizzy, these bitches be be wit' it
They wanna put me on a tray (Slizzy)
I'm a dog, I'm a stray (Rrr), I'm outside with a K (Outside)
Shots fired, broad day (Fah)
Bitch gon' fuck me in the hallway (Slide)
You the baddest in the state (Bad)
And your ass the fattest in the state (Fat)
Put you on a platter, on the plate (Soo)
Fucked his bitch, now the nigga wanna hate
And she be—, and she be pussy poppin' for the gang (Hey)
I dressed her up in that designer stuff
Before I even got to know her name (Tss)
And she be—, she give me brain while I'm switchin' lanes (She give me)
She ride it like a stallion, I'ma buy the bitch a chain (Ice)
Put it in your mouth, make you turn around
Tattoo a nigga name (Tat it)
Trappin' in the house, if we in a drought
Can you catch a nigga plays? (Phew)
She keep it sexy
She want me to fuck on her bestie and then want me to lay her (Sexy)
She havin' forty inches, when I go hit it, I fuck up her lace (Lace)
I know she finna come call me 'cause I go and fuck her the best
You let me come in and eat it up, I go and beat it up
Nut on her chest
Told that lil' bitch, "I'm sorry," I know she be so depressed
Clubbin' her down, beatin' her walls, it sound like a turf
The way we link, it's way too natural (Way too natural, yeah)
The way that body look too natural (The way that body)
The way you fuck me, I ain't mad at you (I ain't mad at you)
I'ma keep it cool, spend a bag or two (Bag or two)
Shawty want to throw it back to that "Attitude"
Baby, I'm permanent like a tattoo (Like a tattoo)
Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you
Me and my baby mama out in Cancún (Out in Cancún)
Ooh, shawty like a monsoon
Hardstone mask like I'm MF DOOM
Let me beat that back and watch that pussy bloom
Bitch, we goin' up like a hot balloon
And you got a gratitude
I ain't never meet no one as bad as you (Bad as you)
I just gotta do what I gotta do 'cause you be—
(Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you)
Mmm-hmm, and I just gotta have you too
No one in this world even badder, boo
Gotta, do what I gotta do 'cause you be—
(Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you)
Mmm-hmm
I am with the smoke so if I don't know you, don't get to close
Please don't think shit sweet
If a nigga run up, its murder, she wrote
Slizzy, I'm givin' 'em hope
I really be outside, out with the pope
Baby girl keep on your clothes and open your mouth up
I want your throat
She suckin' it good, she loving the wood
I think I might give her a stroke
She come from the hood, she misunderstood
I told her "I already know"
I fucked her one time
Then after that I had to pass that bitch to the bro
(And this beat from Cash, not from youtube)
Fo' sure
Keep the bitch out of the dough
Lil' ratchet lil' shit from the hood
She put that shit on, she get on the floor
I'm snatchin' that lil baby soul
Lil' bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic
We ready for smoke
We havin' guns and drugs, she still, she tellin' she wanna go (Yeah)
Overly pushin' my pockets, I'm Cash Cobain (Cash)
Yeah, bottles on bottles, she thirsty, now who want a drank? (Soo)
Hm, young nigga makin' them birds, brrt, sing (Yeah)
I'm in New York like a Knick' with your bitch in the paint
(Let's go; tss)
I'm in New York, but I got this lil' bitch in the A (Woo)
And she wanna come with some friends
I told her I'm puttin' bitches on a plane (Bang)
I just now back out the Benz, the bitches, she left
Now she wanna stay (Phew)
I'm really the Slizzy, these bitches be be wit' it
They wanna put me on a tray (Slizzy)
I'm a dog, I'm a stray (Rrr), I'm outside with a K (Outside)
Shots fired, broad day (Fah)
Bitch gon' fuck me in the hallway (Slide)
You the baddest in the state (Bad)
And your ass the fattest in the state (Fat)
Put you on a platter, on the plate (Soo)
Fucked his bitch, now the nigga wanna hate
And she be—, and she be pussy poppin' for the gang (Hey)
I dressed her up in that designer stuff
Before I even got to know her name (Tss)
And she be—, she give me brain while I'm switchin' lanes (She give me)
She ride it like a stallion, I'ma buy the bitch a chain (Ice)
Put it in your mouth, make you turn around
Tattoo a nigga name (Tat it)
Trappin' in the house, if we in a drought
Can you catch a nigga plays? (Phew)
She keep it sexy
She want me to fuck on her bestie and then want me to lay her (Sexy)
She havin' forty inches, when I go hit it, I fuck up her lace (Lace)
I know she finna come call me 'cause I go and fuck her the best
You let me come in and eat it up, I go and beat it up
Nut on her chest
Told that lil' bitch, "I'm sorry," I know she be so depressed
Clubbin' her down, beatin' her walls, it sound like a turf
The way we link, it's way too natural (Way too natural, yeah)
The way that body look too natural (The way that body)
The way you fuck me, I ain't mad at you (I ain't mad at you)
I'ma keep it cool, spend a bag or two (Bag or two)
Shawty want to throw it back to that "Attitude"
Baby, I'm permanent like a tattoo (Like a tattoo)
Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you
Me and my baby mama out in Cancún (Out in Cancún)
Ooh, shawty like a monsoon
Hardstone mask like I'm MF DOOM
Let me beat that back and watch that pussy bloom
Bitch, we goin' up like a hot balloon
And you got a gratitude
I ain't never meet no one as bad as you (Bad as you)
I just gotta do what I gotta do 'cause you be—
(Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you)
Mmm-hmm, and I just gotta have you too
No one in this world even badder, boo
Gotta, do what I gotta do 'cause you be—
(Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you)
Mmm-hmm
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Zackery Toliver, Cashmere Small, Lorenzo Marques Spadoni, Quavious Keyate Marshall
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