Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sloppy, artist - Krayzie Bone. Date of issue: 07.01.2019
Song language: English
Sloppy |
| Sloppy, sloppy, I’m leavin' here sloppy |
| Sloppy, sloppy, I’m leavin' here sloppy |
| Sloppy, sloppy, I’m leavin' here sloppy |
| Came to the club sober, but I’m leavin' here sloppy |
| Sippin'- sippin' on rossi chillin' with my posse |
| Came to the club sober, but I’m leavin' here sloppy |
| Sloppy, sloppy, I’m leavin' here sloppy |
| Came to the club sober, but I’m leavin' here sloppy |
| Uh, sippin' on rossi (Hold up, this the remix) |
| Legit paper ballers, tell 'em play some defense |
| I’m Ray Jr. from the Land, I’m in the club with them bands |
| Damn homie, this your girl? |
| Then why my hands in her pants? |
| In EC where they murk shit, I preach two 'em don’t hurt shit |
| She ain’t pregnant by me, cause I was there when she birthed it |
| Start bangin' that E-40, two girls with the B Mo |
| They ain’t givin' up that kimo, I jet from 'em like Tebow |
| Liter of Ciroc, red cup of that rossi |
| Mix 'em both together and she gon' do the posse |
| Legit paper my team, I know them niggas got me |
| We never home 'em when we leave the club sloppy |
| And I’m gone |
| While they in a big body, the top garage-y |
| Chopped at 'em bad ho, meet me in the lobby |
| Hotel rockin', hotel poppin |
| Shawty got that wet-wet, yeah she got that sloppy |
| When I leave the club, yeah you know I’m sloppy |
| Then I fuck your girl and make her girl watch me |
| She could teriyaki, shrimp shish kebob |
| Then she be like, «Give my sister some!» |
| And my belt buckle from Louis Voutton |
| When I walk in I tell 'em to give me some ones |
| And I get me a bitch and she take off my ones |
| But she bustin' it open, so she comin' with us |
| Red Solo cup’s full, I don’t fuck with styro |
| Red Solo cup’s full, I don’t fuck with styro |
| King of this Rossi shit, check my fuckin' bio |
| Started on the clair then I swagged out Ohio |
| Okay, pull up, pull up, I pull up clean |
| Swear I pop out, wow, I stand up, lean |
| Cause I’m throwed, still pourin' up |
| Takin' body shots out her double D cups |
| Woah, woah, West side pimpin' |
| Everything paid for except the bitch I’m rentin' |
| That’s yours, sloppy, barely comprehendin' |
| While she top me, head up in my lap just kinda kissin' my |
| Lord, look at all that, what money could do |
| Never paid these hoes, just family induced |
| Slick, twistin' up my fingers with my Detroit crew |
| Talk stupid, now your ass is on the Detroit news (undefined) |
| Little bitch, yup |