| I’m rockin' Fendi, at Wendy’s buyin' plenty, with Sidney
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| New York City, 350 and I’m tipsy, I’m tipsy
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| You know I’m tipsy, you know I know them Brittanys and Sidneys
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| I pull up with hickeys and they still suck me and lick me
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| And my bitches not strictly dickly, they know I’m trickin'
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| Didn’t he, didn’t he throw all them Benjis, you saw them 50s
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| Listen, bitch, I told you do not trust him from the beginning
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| Yeen listen, yeen listen, get the fuck on the 750
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| I completely dare a bitch to try and hit my blunt
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| I completely dare a nigga that thought I was a punk
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| I completely pull up to you bitch whenever I want
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| I completely strip a bad bitch and knock it down
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| Pull my .46 and go rumble through the town
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| I cannot be found, I’m in the dungeon trimmin' loud
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| Told that bitch «Fuck 12», no cuffin' here allowed
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| Bitch, that ain’t my style, I get giggity goop wild
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| Wulf Quagmire, I think I’m Jeff, I’m trickin' out
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| When, where, and how, bitch, you got me so aroused
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| I don’t need a spouse, I got no time for cat and mouse
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| Run a bitch throat, oh, oh, then kick her out
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| All the stripper women stare at Jeffery stuntin' dummy
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| I’m sippin' gin and tonic, stomach feelin' funny, dummy
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| I’m damn near 'bout to vomit, bitches say they cummin', want it
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| They know I got them hundreds and I know they want it, want it
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| The HQ is haunted, that’s your only warning, yeah
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| The night is still a youngin, even though it’s sunny, aye
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| And, bitch, if you don’t show me nothing, I don’t owe you nothing
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| All my bitches pussy poppin', all my bitches on something
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| Thousand on my kicks, boy, leave a nigga fixed, boy
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| Makin' shit like Hit-Boy, never been no lick, boy
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| Bitch, I am a drip boy, diamonds on me white, boy
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| Hangin' out the coupe, bitch, I’m lookin' like a Spice Boy
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| All these hoes be goofy, tell her relax like white noise
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| Bitch, I came from Gucci, just bought some shit that wasn’t in store
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| All these niggas groupies, they need to go back bein' employed
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| Like Eazy, bitch, I’m ruthless, but, bitch, I am a Water Boy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eastside Sliding , by - Xavier Wulf. Song from the album East Memphis Maniac, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп