Hoppin' out the sleeve with big-chop
Tryna hit a head
F*ck around and get his brother shot
For what his mans said
Put a nigga dreads on a
Whole-nother nigga head
I'll catch a whole-nother body
Think a nigga playing
Last nigga took a dirt nap
He on Van Dyke
He ain't never wakin' up again
He got his mind right
Got his head tapped
Neck shot
With his man's pipe
Ever heard a nigga try to yell Without a windpipe
F*ck that
How you get popped n you don't bust back
I'll mob to a nigga crib, kill him, catch the bus back
Free my brother K, he on his 8th
I want my thug back
You a soft nigga, goofy troop
A get yo buff's snatched
Lil Jay trippin, lane switching
I ain't f*ckin' wit no hating nigga
Bitch, why you f*ckin' with that lame nigga
Still screamin' free ALL my grave diggers
Bitch I'm Lil Jay nigga
RIP pops
I became a made nigga
Kickin' like a kickstand
Finding ways to flip bands
Finding ways to stuff a lot of money in these amiri pants
You be finding ways to dick suck Wit yo weird ass
That's why yo bitch don't even f*ck with you
Wit yo lil kid ass
Get the f*ck on
Tryna get my money long
You was f*ckin' with the other side
We won't get along
Back door yo stupid lil' ass
You ain't gone take it home
He ain't gone make it home
He ain't gone breathe no more
Young nigga on dat thug shit
Young nigga pull up pole
With the long clip
Young nigga hitting hoes
With my long dick
I just started rockin' out shows Yeah, I'm on, bitch
Ah-ha
Bitch, ask me why I'm actin' fake
Bitch, you ain't never
Ever, ever, ever
Tryna get some pape
ARP or should I do the Drac
What you wanna see
When I get to aiming at yo f*ckin' face
Make a nigga calm down
Make his main bitch cry
Never askin' why
Head up if I'm finna die
Brody got some sauce on some shit
Tellin' me to try
Then, we got a drop on yo bitch
Now we headin' out
Hoppin' in them stoley's
Fast shit creepin
Ridin' wit them demons
And still pray to Jesus
I'm tryna catch a body, I ain't beefin
Don't freeze when you see me
You gone see dat flash, then you leakin
Put a bitch on you
Cause, you thinking wit yo dick
Pullin' up, thinking dat you finna f*ck
It's a lick
Not a lick, It's a trick
Lil nigga, this a hit
Splat his brains in the whip
Told you, I'll catch you, bitch
7mile Lil Jay - Slippers Lyrics
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Hoppin' out the sleeve with big-chop
Tryna hit a head
F*ck around and get his brother shot
For what his mans said
Put a nigga dreads on a
Whole-nother nigga head
I'll catch a whole-nother body
Think a nigga playing
Last nigga took a dirt nap
He on Van Dyke
He ain't never wakin' up again
He got his mind right
Got his head tapped
Neck shot
With his man's pipe
Ever heard a nigga try to yell Without a windpipe
F*ck that
How you get popped n you don't bust back
I'll mob to a nigga crib, kill him, catch the bus back
Free my brother K, he on his 8th
I want my thug back
You a soft nigga, goofy troop
A get yo buff's snatched
Lil Jay trippin, lane switching
I ain't f*ckin' wit no hating nigga
Bitch, why you f*ckin' with that lame nigga
Still screamin' free ALL my grave diggers
Bitch I'm Lil Jay nigga
RIP pops
I became a made nigga
Kickin' like a kickstand
Finding ways to flip bands
Finding ways to stuff a lot of money in these amiri pants
You be finding ways to dick suck Wit yo weird ass
That's why yo bitch don't even f*ck with you
Wit yo lil kid ass
Get the f*ck on
Tryna get my money long
You was f*ckin' with the other side
We won't get along
Back door yo stupid lil' ass
You ain't gone take it home
He ain't gone make it home
He ain't gone breathe no more
Young nigga on dat thug shit
Young nigga pull up pole
With the long clip
Young nigga hitting hoes
With my long dick
I just started rockin' out shows Yeah, I'm on, bitch
Ah-ha
Bitch, ask me why I'm actin' fake
Bitch, you ain't never
Ever, ever, ever
Tryna get some pape
ARP or should I do the Drac
What you wanna see
When I get to aiming at yo f*ckin' face
Make a nigga calm down
Make his main bitch cry
Never askin' why
Head up if I'm finna die
Brody got some sauce on some shit
Tellin' me to try
Then, we got a drop on yo bitch
Now we headin' out
Hoppin' in them stoley's
Fast shit creepin
Ridin' wit them demons
And still pray to Jesus
I'm tryna catch a body, I ain't beefin
Don't freeze when you see me
You gone see dat flash, then you leakin
Put a bitch on you
Cause, you thinking wit yo dick
Pullin' up, thinking dat you finna f*ck
It's a lick
Not a lick, It's a trick
Lil nigga, this a hit
Splat his brains in the whip
Told you, I'll catch you, bitch
Tryna hit a head
F*ck around and get his brother shot
For what his mans said
Put a nigga dreads on a
Whole-nother nigga head
I'll catch a whole-nother body
Think a nigga playing
Last nigga took a dirt nap
He on Van Dyke
He ain't never wakin' up again
He got his mind right
Got his head tapped
Neck shot
With his man's pipe
Ever heard a nigga try to yell Without a windpipe
F*ck that
How you get popped n you don't bust back
I'll mob to a nigga crib, kill him, catch the bus back
Free my brother K, he on his 8th
I want my thug back
You a soft nigga, goofy troop
A get yo buff's snatched
Lil Jay trippin, lane switching
I ain't f*ckin' wit no hating nigga
Bitch, why you f*ckin' with that lame nigga
Still screamin' free ALL my grave diggers
Bitch I'm Lil Jay nigga
RIP pops
I became a made nigga
Kickin' like a kickstand
Finding ways to flip bands
Finding ways to stuff a lot of money in these amiri pants
You be finding ways to dick suck Wit yo weird ass
That's why yo bitch don't even f*ck with you
Wit yo lil kid ass
Get the f*ck on
Tryna get my money long
You was f*ckin' with the other side
We won't get along
Back door yo stupid lil' ass
You ain't gone take it home
He ain't gone make it home
He ain't gone breathe no more
Young nigga on dat thug shit
Young nigga pull up pole
With the long clip
Young nigga hitting hoes
With my long dick
I just started rockin' out shows Yeah, I'm on, bitch
Ah-ha
Bitch, ask me why I'm actin' fake
Bitch, you ain't never
Ever, ever, ever
Tryna get some pape
ARP or should I do the Drac
What you wanna see
When I get to aiming at yo f*ckin' face
Make a nigga calm down
Make his main bitch cry
Never askin' why
Head up if I'm finna die
Brody got some sauce on some shit
Tellin' me to try
Then, we got a drop on yo bitch
Now we headin' out
Hoppin' in them stoley's
Fast shit creepin
Ridin' wit them demons
And still pray to Jesus
I'm tryna catch a body, I ain't beefin
Don't freeze when you see me
You gone see dat flash, then you leakin
Put a bitch on you
Cause, you thinking wit yo dick
Pullin' up, thinking dat you finna f*ck
It's a lick
Not a lick, It's a trick
Lil nigga, this a hit
Splat his brains in the whip
Told you, I'll catch you, bitch
Writer: Lil Jay
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