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Younginsosleaze
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(MLT go crazy) Ay, it's Sleaze, nigga Ay Niggas out here cappin' in they rap, that's no bap I'm really 'bout a drill, about a lash, I get on that He said he gon' kill me to that bitch, I'm on that Niggas glad they got my old ho, she a throwback I done took some shit to the grave, I can't go back We really in this shit, ten toes, way before rap Don't fear no nigga on this Earth, hope y'all know that Know death around the corner every time I leave my doormat Yeah Make a nigga grab the wheel, he need Jesus Can't even go to sleep, I'm up talkin' to these demons A nigga look wrong or owe me money, then I'm squeezin' I feel like Money Mitch when he was fiendin' Bitch, they tryna ho and run it up, bitch, I'm leavin' Bitch, you know you really only good for eatin' semen Was trollin' by that morning, he got stretched by that evening I stand on all biz, niggas knowin' that I mean it Stand on all ten, niggas know I mean business Bitch ain't brought no pape', she get left with the quickness Beatin' 'los down, cuttin' up if it's tiny Break a nigga off, and I'm quick to break bitches Niggas playin' games, know I ain't gon' play with 'em Heard your brother gone, go ahead and lay with him Playin' both sides, go ahead and stay winnin' Niggas talkin' tough, get touched, then play victim I know you heard what happened to the last security guards Pump fakin', playin' hella roles like they hard Pull up shootin' bullets out the pocket, Brent Favre Hit the driver first, you know they ain't make it far You is not God, nigga, better play it smart Got too much heart, now they tryna pump his heart My bitch gon' run it up, bitch, you knew that from the start You wanna see me win? Bitch, you better play your part I ain't got no time for no fag-ass bitch Or hang with no nigga who done froze and who done snitched I be to the neck, you won't catch me in the mix Grown-man business, should've stayed eatin' your Trix I'm still with the kick doors and break a nigga's wish These niggas ain't gon' learn to stop thinkin' with they dick You niggas in the way with no motion, lookin' sick Been blue junkie, every day, I need a fix Stand on all ten, niggas know I mean business Bitch ain't brought no pape', she get left with the quickness Beatin' 'los down, cuttin' up if it's tiny Break a nigga off, and I'm quick to break bitches Niggas playin' games, know I ain't gon' play with 'em Heard your brother gone, go ahead and lay with him Playin' both sides, go ahead and stay winnin' Niggas talkin' tough, get touched, then play victim
Writer(s): Zsalil Devon Humphries Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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