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Too Slick
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Past 7 Days
Too Slick was discovered most frequently at around 1 minutes and 5 seconds into the song during the past week

Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen, it was a cold-blooded murder
(Omelette du fromage)
I said I'm too slick for fellas to touch
I keep shtum and I ain't tellin' 'em much
I sip a Jim Beam when I'm billin' a Dutch
Top down, drop gear, with me foot on the clutch
Shh, the Feds is watchin'
Unmarked car but me friends have clocked him
Look, I ain't work at UPS
But if he mess with the pack we can get to boxing
Yeah, said I'm second to none
Teflon Don son I'm slick as they come
Top shelf flowers if I'm hittin' the Ganj
I smell fresh as a daisy, the pick of the bunch (Woo)
Yeah, baby watch your step
Lamb suede on the boots with the crep protect
I'm not short on the bread peep the fresh Patek
You know me money comin' long like a French baguette, ah, bonjour
I see birds and I'm flashin' my bank roll
Whisper something, make her shiver I'm that cold
Make her purr like a pedigree ragdoll
I like her body curved but it gotta be natural
Yeah, steady sippin' me bourbon
Better simmer down 'cause I'm whippin' me German
I got cheese so she wantin' my meat
And if a bella got buns she can pickle me gherkin
Money come, money go, let me spend it
Chuck a wunner on the wrist and the pendant
Chuck another on the shoes and the bag
When I'm cruisin' the Jag, I'm as smooth as a Benson
Ain't no need to introduce me baby
The names on the plate of me coupe, baby
Speak me mind, I don't hold me tongue
And if you got a problem you can sue me baby
Ice cold, Mr Freeze
Push to start so forget the keys
Hands up, Lord, protect me please
I got bricks in the trunk but they're from Belize
Yeah, the gear's tremendous
Packs so loud I need ear defenders
I went Cali for the bud and a suntan
But flew back home 'cause the beer's horrendous
Crisp as a pin any time of day
Spark up the gas, call the fire brigade
Too smooth like the skin of a newborn
You'll cry for your mother if you try to play
And you can call me Stig of the dump
Stink out the club when I'm skinnin' a blunt
Got a pack of mad lads and they're packin' the pistols
So pack it in son or we're packin' the trunk
Yeah, better watch out girl
I know you got a think for this new car smell
I'll get you hooked on a hit of the high life
I'm made of the money, baby, you can't tell?
Yeah, so seductive
Drops 'round the clock son we're so productive
I pop his head like I'm squashin' a grape
He let a little wine out when the poker touched him
Baby girl come whine on me
I make your heart skip a beat at the sight of me
And we can get a little lively see
I got a biffin on me lips, who's lightin' me?
Tss, I'm hot to touch
I'm the shit like I dropped me guts
Come prepared 'cause I brought me gloves
And we can go twelve rounds like a boxer does
I said I'm too slick for fellas to touch
I keep shtum and I ain't tellin' 'em much
I sip a Jim Beam when I'm billin' a Dutch
Top down, drop gear, with me foot on the clutch
Shh, the Feds is watchin'
Unmarked car but me friends have clocked him
Look, I ain't work at UPS
But if he mess with the pack we can get to boxing
Yeah, said I'm second to none
Teflon Don son I'm slick as they come
Top shelf flowers if I'm hittin' the Ganj
I smell fresh as a daisy, the pick of the bunch (Woo)
Yeah, baby watch your step
Lamb suede on the boots with the crep protect
I'm not short on the bread peep the fresh Patek
You know me money comin' long like a French baguette, and au revoir
Written by: Pete & Bas
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