Lil Baby, SleazyWorld Go - Sleazy Flow (Remix) lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

SleazyWorld Go [Joseph Isaac]

[Lil Baby, SleazyWorld Go - Sleazy Flow Remix lyrics]

Okay
Everybody put they Glocks in the air for me
Put your shit up
You got a stick on your shit, you
Got a fifty on your shit
Put your shit in the air for me ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh) grrt (Uh)

Last opp we caught was at the store
We had to scrape him (Skrrt)
Lil' bro hopped out trippin'
With that switchy, he done faced him
(Grrt) face shot, face shot, frrt frrt
They couldn't save him
We the ones gettin' busy up in the city
That's on my baby (That's on my son)
They block like a drive-thru
Ask the opps how much we slide through
Ain't beefin', but you they
Family, you get caught
Then you gon' die too (Dumbass)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Stop the whip let me out
This chopstick gon' leave him
Open like a zip (Zzz)
Zip him up
Tell buddy 'nem ass to come and pick him up
(Come pick him up) niggas fakin'
Acting like they thug life 'til
We hit 'em up (Hit 'em up)
Lot of niggas don't like me
For what? I ain't even did shit
(I ain't even did nothin')
Make his bitch take dick to the head
I ain't even hit yet
How you mad she choosing me? I
Like what she do to me
She say she feel safer over here
This where the shooters be
She say ain't no pape' up over there, shit
She barely eatin' (She starvin')
Can barely feed hisself, she told me, "Help
This nigga barely feed me"

How you mad she choosin' me?
You would die if you know what
She was doin' to me (O oh)
We been swappin' spit for a lil' while
This shit ain't new to me
Actin' like I'm chasin' her or somethin'
She be pursuin' me can't hold you
She be tellin' me all the time
She wish that you was me (She bold)
I ain't with that messy shit
I barely'll text a bitch (I'm cold)
I can't even brag about these thots
That shit be effortless (Damn)
Red and white Ferrari
I come through fresh as a peppermint
Ain't caught up in that
Other shit, they trippin'
I'm Black excellence (yeah)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold the jet
Seven-fifty for a show, I gotta go
Can't miss this check
Travel all around the globe
Doin' what I want with no regrets
She feel safe with us, whenever she
With gang, it make her wet, yeah

We don't do the social tweet
These niggas too internet
Goin' live, tryna talk 'bout who got shot
We don't get into that
Can you leave it up in the streets with
Me? I ain't tryna go to jail
(I ain't tryna go to jail)
Keep mention my name in all of your posts
It ain't hard to tell (What the fuck?)
If you get smoked, they gon'
Come lookin' for me, nigga
You dumb as hell
This bitch think I love her, ooh-wee
She must be drunk as hell
I can't love no slut bitch
I love how they suck dick
(I like how they eat dick)
Once I get my nut off, bitch
I'm skatin' like some TRUKFIT

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