Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Sleez OG , by - Cee Kay. Release date: 13.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Sleez OG |
| Sleezy |
| Huh, what he say? |
| Bitch waitin' for none (Huh?) |
| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond |
| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond |
| Shit got sleazy before he even reached for a gun |
| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son |
| Bitch waitin' for none |
| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond |
| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond |
| Shit got sleazy before he even reached for a gun |
| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son |
| (Mula) Lo-Lo-Look, I made two hundred K off of Fentanyl (Work) |
| Rob the plug for a hundred bricks with my zigs on (Gimme that) |
| Chop his body parts all up with the jigsaw (Fuck outta here) |
| So many blue hundreds, bankroll Crip walk (Mula) |
| Me and Cee Kay back-to-back in a Rolls Royce (Skrrt) |
| Got the chops out, had to die, left me no choice (Boom-boom) |
| Why you cappin' on the Gram? |
| Nigga, you’s a broke boy (Fuck outta here) |
| Baddest bitch on the 'Gram, had that fuckin' hoe moist (Sleezy) |
| Bitch waitin' for none |
| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond |
| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond |
| Shit got sleazy, before he even reached for a gun |
| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son |
| Bitch waitin' for none |
| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond (Huh?) |
| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond |
| Shit got sleazy, before he even reached for a gun |
| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son |
| Piles up, blow it, you niggas cap, you know it |
| I don’t want her, she borin', I’m drippin' water, pourin' |
| I’m quick to lie to a bitch, like she on my mind but knowin' she ain’t |
| Niggas be lyin' and shit like they go to trenches but knowin' they can’t, huh? |
| You ain’t never saw a nigga bleed, up the glizzy, put his ass to sleep |
| Take what that fed’s on, I don’t give fuck if who can it be |
| Close up, no man, stop lyin' you bitches stale to me |
| Drip drop, my splash street sauce, can’t cook this recipe |
| Bitch waitin' for none |
| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond |
| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond |
| Shit got sleazy before he even reached for a gun |
| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son |
| Bitch waitin' for none |
| Lil' nigga drippin' water like he stepped in a pond |
| With these hoes, I keep it pimpin' like I’m related to Bond |
| Shit got sleazy before he even reached for a gun |
| Send it back and forth, bitch, a momma gon' be missin' her son |