Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song .Sloppy Hitta, artist - King Louie. Date of issue: 22.07.2021
Song language: English
.Sloppy Hitta |
| Talking to my car, I tell it change the station |
| Niggas ain’t get rid of me, they mad, they pacing |
| Smoking out the pound, we don’t pass, we face it |
| I just bought my Yeezys, I don’t have to lace ‘em |
| These niggas ain’t killers, they some silly bitches |
| Shot me seven times and still ain’t kill me bitches? |
| Wait, turn this shit up, I know you feel me bitches |
| I told god if I survive I’m gon' buck up |
| Ay DJ Shon, I got you, you gon' turn the club up |
| Selena told me don’t give up, they need you brother |
| I fuck with crackers, dealers, drilllers, them my brothers |
| I’m so glad my mom and dad didn’t use a rubber |
| Bout to fuck a check up, call that unprotected sex, Tony resurrect |
| Hot body, Tony god body, got your broad |
| Streets mine, fuck your peace sign, keep your piece nine |
| Bulletproof, Teflon Don, tell ‘em keep tryin' |
| Sloppy hitta, thought you got me nigga |
| You are not a killer |
| All them faggots, they need target practice |
| Can’t give god a casket |
| Seven times, shot me seven times |
| I ain’t good at dying |
| I know they mad, Tony’s toe ain’t tagged |
| Time to check a bag |
| Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed |
| Now I’m better bitch |
| Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it |
| Now I’m better bitch |
| Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed |
| Now I’m better bitch |
| Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it |
| Now I’m better bitch |
| So real they can’t feel me, suckers can’t kill me |
| All of y’all broke ass need to be healing |
| All I do is get money, fuck bitches |
| Got shot a few times, I ain’t need no stitches |
| Police asking questions, bitch we ain’t no snitches |
| Tried to wrap a nigga up but I still seen Christmas |
| And I still seen my b-day, 27 was a g-day |
| Slowed me down, slight delay |
| Angels with me every day |
| Niggas hate, I just be great |
| Still I rise, sun on new day |
| Can’t hide, peek-a-boo, hey! |
| All black bouquet |
| New MAC, new K |
| Shoot scenes, Blu-Ray |
| Shawties go too cray |
| Do whatever Lou say |
| Shots of the D’usse |
| Toast to my new ways |
| Chiraq is bullshit |
| Wake up, school days |
| 4AM, move days |
| They tried to take me out but they didn’t |
| Goofy, I got something to say |
| Sloppy hitta, thought you got me nigga |
| You are not a killer |
| All them faggots, they need target practice |
| Can’t give god a casket |
| Seven times, shot me seven times |
| I ain’t good at dying |
| I know they mad, Tony’s toe ain’t tagged |
| Time to check a bag |
| Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed |
| Now I’m better bitch |
| Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it |
| Now I’m better bitch |
| Fuck you bitch, should’ve never missed |
| Now I’m better bitch |
| Fuck you bitch, should’ve finished it |
| Now I’m better bitch |