| Sleezy
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| Huh, what he say?
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| Bitch waitin' for none (Huh?)
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| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond
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| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond
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| Shit got sleazy before he even reached for a gun
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| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son
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| Bitch waitin' for none
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| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond
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| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond
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| Shit got sleazy before he even reached for a gun
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| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son
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| (Mula) Lo-Lo-Look, I made two hundred K off of Fentanyl (Work)
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| Rob the plug for a hundred bricks with my zigs on (Gimme that)
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| Chop his body parts all up with the jigsaw (Fuck outta here)
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| So many blue hundreds, bankroll Crip walk (Mula)
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| Me and Cee Kay back-to-back in a Rolls Royce (Skrrt)
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| Got the chops out, had to die, left me no choice (Boom-boom)
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| Why you cappin' on the Gram? |
| Nigga, you’s a broke boy (Fuck outta here)
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| Baddest bitch on the 'Gram, had that fuckin' hoe moist (Sleezy)
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| Bitch waitin' for none
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| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond
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| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond
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| Shit got sleazy, before he even reached for a gun
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| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son
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| Bitch waitin' for none
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| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond (Huh?)
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| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond
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| Shit got sleazy, before he even reached for a gun
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| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son
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| Piles up, blow it, you niggas cap, you know it
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| I don’t want her, she borin', I’m drippin' water, pourin'
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| I’m quick to lie to a bitch, like she on my mind but knowin' she ain’t
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| Niggas be lyin' and shit like they go to trenches but knowin' they can’t, huh?
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| You ain’t never saw a nigga bleed, up the glizzy, put his ass to sleep
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| Take what that fed’s on, I don’t give fuck if who can it be
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| Close up, no man, stop lyin' you bitches stale to me
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| Drip drop, my splash street sauce, can’t cook this recipe
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| Bitch waitin' for none
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| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond
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| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond
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| Shit got sleazy before he even reached for a gun
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| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son
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| Bitch waitin' for none
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| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond
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| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond
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| Shit got sleazy before he even reached for a gun
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| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son |