Harry Fraud, UnoTheActivist - Slimey Guy lyrics
[Harry Fraud, UnoTheActivist - Slimey Guy lyrics]
(Hm, niggas always going back and forth
You know, talking- talking 'bout this
Talkin' 'bout that) dig
We gon' tell you how it is, nigga (Dig)
(Don't get me confused in the conversation)
Uno, I killed it
He's a slimy guy
He'll wipe your nose just to cap some
(Slatt)
Ain't my type of time, so on y'all
I'm gon' nap some (What?)
I can't go back and forth 'bout a
Bitch who ain't bringing that cash home
(Racks) i can not feel sorry 'bout a
Nigga who ain't got no backbone (Dig)
(La música de Harry Fraud)
We was ridin' out with choppers, Glizzies
And the four pound (Right now)
How you grew up with a nigga and you
Act like you never knew him now?
Am I glowing up or are
These niggas glowing down? (Dig)
I am not the rock, not a rundown
This a walk down (Dig)
Niggas changed on me and I
Still don't even know how (Dig)
Thought I told you how my killers
Come out when the sun's down (Dig)
Never was the one to throw the
Shade around like a sundial
Hop up on the jet, quarter Xan', lights out
(Dig, phew, yeah, dig)
Yeah, yeah, on codeine
I can talk about these scars now
(On codeine, dig)
All these war wounds start to
Look like art now (What? All these wars)
Free my dog in the pen, he gon' bark now
(What? What?)
Yeah, yeah, and he live through me
I hold his heart now
Yeah, catch a nigga broad day
Pull his card out (Bitch)
I am so geeked up, I am far out, yeah
In the back of a Bentley truck passed out
Yeah
Just we 'bout a billion dollar cash route
Yeah (Dig)
Yeah, spare me the details
Bitch named Shelly sold a lot of seashells
And a nigga acting scary like
He never seen shells
Hollow tips aimin' at your
Head, get derailed, yeah
(Dig) here's a tip, lil' bitch
Go get some business 'bout yourself
Put the tip in that lil' bitch
And she went Chicken leg, i swear
Hee hee, VVS, yes sir and you know I got a
Bad bitch doin' fish scale
He's a slimy guy
He'll wipe your nose just to cap some
Ain't my type of time, so on y'all
I'm gon' nap some
I can't go back and forth 'bout a
Bitch who ain't bringing that cash home
I can not feel sorry 'bout a
Nigga who ain't got no backbone
We was ridin' out with choppers, Glizzies
And the four pound (Right now)
How you grew up with a nigga and you
Act like you never knew him now?
Am I glowing up or are
These niggas glowing down?
Niggas changed on me and I
Still don't even know how
(La música de Harry Fraud)
You know, talking- talking 'bout this
Talkin' 'bout that) dig
We gon' tell you how it is, nigga (Dig)
(Don't get me confused in the conversation)
Uno, I killed it
He's a slimy guy
He'll wipe your nose just to cap some
(Slatt)
Ain't my type of time, so on y'all
I'm gon' nap some (What?)
I can't go back and forth 'bout a
Bitch who ain't bringing that cash home
(Racks) i can not feel sorry 'bout a
Nigga who ain't got no backbone (Dig)
(La música de Harry Fraud)
We was ridin' out with choppers, Glizzies
And the four pound (Right now)
How you grew up with a nigga and you
Act like you never knew him now?
Am I glowing up or are
These niggas glowing down? (Dig)
I am not the rock, not a rundown
This a walk down (Dig)
Niggas changed on me and I
Still don't even know how (Dig)
Thought I told you how my killers
Come out when the sun's down (Dig)
Never was the one to throw the
Shade around like a sundial
Hop up on the jet, quarter Xan', lights out
(Dig, phew, yeah, dig)
Yeah, yeah, on codeine
I can talk about these scars now
(On codeine, dig)
All these war wounds start to
Look like art now (What? All these wars)
Free my dog in the pen, he gon' bark now
(What? What?)
Yeah, yeah, and he live through me
I hold his heart now
Yeah, catch a nigga broad day
Pull his card out (Bitch)
I am so geeked up, I am far out, yeah
In the back of a Bentley truck passed out
Yeah
Just we 'bout a billion dollar cash route
Yeah (Dig)
Yeah, spare me the details
Bitch named Shelly sold a lot of seashells
And a nigga acting scary like
He never seen shells
Hollow tips aimin' at your
Head, get derailed, yeah
(Dig) here's a tip, lil' bitch
Go get some business 'bout yourself
Put the tip in that lil' bitch
And she went Chicken leg, i swear
Hee hee, VVS, yes sir and you know I got a
Bad bitch doin' fish scale
He's a slimy guy
He'll wipe your nose just to cap some
Ain't my type of time, so on y'all
I'm gon' nap some
I can't go back and forth 'bout a
Bitch who ain't bringing that cash home
I can not feel sorry 'bout a
Nigga who ain't got no backbone
We was ridin' out with choppers, Glizzies
And the four pound (Right now)
How you grew up with a nigga and you
Act like you never knew him now?
Am I glowing up or are
These niggas glowing down?
Niggas changed on me and I
Still don't even know how
(La música de Harry Fraud)