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slizzyhunchodon

[ Featuring Quavo, Don Toliver ]

Tss

I am with the smoke so if I don't know you, don't get too close
Please don't think shit sweet, if a nigga run up, it's Murder, She Wrote
Slizzy, I'm givin' 'em hope, I really be outside, I'm with the Pope
Baby girl, keep on your clothes and open your mouth up, I want your throat
She suckin' it good, she lovin' the wood, I think I might give her a stroke
She come from the hood, she misunderstood, I told her, "I already know"
I f*cked her one time then after that I had to pass that bitch to the bro (and this beat from Cash, not from YouTube), fo' sure

Keep the bitch out of the dough
Lil' ratchet lil' shit from the hood, she put that shit on, she get on the floor (yeah)
I'm snatchin' that lil' baby soul (snatchin' that soul)
Lil' bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic, we ready for smoke
We havin' guns and drugs, she still, she tellin' she wanna go (yeah)
Overly pushin' my pockets on Cash Cobain (Cash)
Yeah, bottles on bottles, she thirsty, now who want a drank? (soo)
Hm, young nigga makin' them birds, brrt, sing (yeah)
I'm in New York like a Knick' with your bitch in the paint (let's go- tss)

I'm in New York, but I got this lil' bitch in the A (woo)
And she wanna come with some friends, I told her I'm puttin' bitches on a plane (bang)
I just now back out the Benz, the bitches, she left, now, she wanna stay (Phew)
I'm really the Slizzy, these bitches be be wit' it, they wanna put me on a tray (slizzy)
I'm a dog, I'm a stray (Rrr), I'm outside with a K (outside)
Shots fired, broad day (fah), bitch gon' f*ck me in the hallway (slide)
You the baddest in the state (bad), and your ass the fattest in the state (fat)
Put you on a platter, on the plate (soo), f*cked his bitch, now the nigga wanna hate

And she be-, and she be pussy poppin' for the gang (hey)
I dressed up in that designer stuff before I even got to know her name (tss)
And she be-, she give me brain while I'm switchin' lanes (she give me)
She brought it like a stallion, I'ma buy the bitch a chain (ice)
Put it in your mouth, make you turn around, tattoo a nigga name (tat it)
Trappin' in the house, if we in a drought, can you catch a nigga plays? (Phew)
She keep it sexy, she want me to f*ck on her bestie and then want me to lay her (sexy)
She havin' forty inches, when I go hit it, I f*ck up her lace (lace)

I know she finna come call me 'cause I go and f*ck her the best
You let me come in and eat it up, I go and beat it up, nut on her chest
Told that lil' bitch, "I'm sorry," I know she be so depressed
Clubbin' her down, beatin' her walls, it sound like a turf
The way we link, it's way too natural (way too natural, yeah)
The way that body look too natural (the way that body)
The way you f*ck me, I ain't mad at you (I ain't mad at you)
I'ma keep it cool, spend a bag or two (bag or two)
Shawty want to throw it back to that "ATTITUDE"
Baby, I'm permanent like a tattoo (like a tattoo)
F*ckin' me, f*ckin' me good, I ain't mad at you
Me and my baby mama out in Cancun (out in Cancun)
Ooh, shawty like a monsoon
Hardstone mask like I'm MF DOOM
Let me beat that back and watch that pussy bloom
Bitch, we goin' up like a hot balloon

And you got a gratitude
I ain't never meet no one as bad as you (bad as you)
I just gotta do what I gotta do 'cause you be- (f*ckin' me, f*ckin' me good, I ain't mad at you)
Mmm-hmm, and I just gotta have you too
No one in this world even badder, boo
Gotta do what I gotta do 'cause you be- (f*ckin' me, f*ckin' me good, I ain't mad at you)
Mmm-hmm
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Writer: Cashmere Small, Caleb Zackery Toliver, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Lorenzo Marques Spadoni
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Rump Punch

Girl, you got the fatty, wanna be callin' me daddy
Top-five nasty, you ain't even gotta ask me
If you wanna pull up just to get f*cked, here's the addy
Girl, that pussy perfect wet, pop a Percocet, pop an Addy
Pussy tastes like rum punch
All it took was one touch
Knockout, one punch
Eat it up for lunch, lunch
Might give her a son, son
I just made her cum twice
You ain't make her cum once, tss, tss

Don't be askin' questions like an interview
'Cause you really know what we finna do
I ain't gotta touch you to be feelin' you
Yeah, I'm always out, but I'm into you
Why the Slizzy God had to send me you?
Henny got you bent, but I'ma bend you too
If you got a man, we could bend the rules
If I was your man, I'd be tender too
If you really wanna bring a friend or two
It don't matter 'cause I'm bringin' Linny too
When it come to slizzy, I'm the general
When it come to pretty, you the pinnacle
I'ma eat that pussy like it's dinner too
Soon as you leave, I miss you too
Like, damn

Girl, you got the fatty, wanna be callin' me daddy
Top-five nasty, you ain't even gotta ask me
If you wanna pull up just to get f*cked, here's the addy
Girl, that pussy perfect wet, pop a Percocet, pop an Addy
Pussy tastes like rum punch
All it took was one touch
Knockout, one punch
Eat it up for lunch, lunch
Might give her a son, son
I just made her cum twice
You ain't make her cum once, tss
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Writer: Cashmere Small
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




all i wanna hear

That pussy the best it ain't even fair
She said all I rap about is sex
I said that's all I wanna here
I'm hittin' it raw
I'm hittin' it rare
I'm not pullin' it out
I'm leaving it there
My dick in her mouth
I'm leaving it there
She giving me neck I'm feeling so blessed she suck that dick up 'til she tear
When it come to sex she don't have no fear
Slap her grab her by the neck she don't even care

Shordy be makin' it clap
(And me)
I'm doing everything I say in my raps
Me and her booty be twinnin'
Why?
'Cause we fat
I know every part of her body
Like a map
Damn
Where you at
'Member you used to front at me
Now I hit it front the back
Put that pussy in front of me i'ma eat it from the back
You look like a snack
Once I give you this dick you attached
She askin' me who I be wit'
I said Marni
She got a nickname for my dick
It's Ed
'Cause it's Hardy
The other nickname for my dick is Jeff
It be Hardy
Moral of the story
She don't gotta do too much just to stall me
She keep on askin' me who I be wit'
I said Vontee
I wanna eat it you know that I'm greedy like can I put you on my entree
The way that I rump it
The way that I dunk it
You would think that I'm Lebron James
That pussy the best
I'm better in the West
Slizzy Kanye

That pussy the best it ain't even fair
She said all I rap about is sex
I said that's all I wanna here
I'm hittin' it raw
I'm hittin' it rare
I'm not pullin' it out
I'm leaving it there
My dick in her mouth
I'm leaving it there
She giving me neck I'm feeling so blessed she suck that dick up 'til she tear
When it come to sex she don't have no fear
Slap her grab her by the neck she don't even care
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Writer: Cashmere Small
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Dunk Contest

(Grvland, I'm rockin' with this one)
Mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Destiny
I'm tryna give you the best of me
I wanna kill it like rest in peace
Eat on that pussy like it was a recipe, like
Shanti
I wanna make you a mommy
You look good as a redhead, dreadhead, black hair, pink hair, blondie, like
Zari
I know I be on ya body
Not Meg Thee Stallion, but you a hottie
You let me hit I'ma buss ya scalotti, like damn
Mia
I cannot wait 'til I see ya
I cannot wait 'til I eat ya
You got a nigga then I wanna be him, like damn
Jada
You know I would never play ya
Can I put you on my face love
I want ya pussy now and want it later, like
Kayla
Got a body like you Wayda
Can I put you on my face love
That pussy creamy call you mash potatoes, like
China
You got that good up vagina, uh
I gotta, find ya
I gotta hit one more time to remind ya, like damn
Niyah, you the quiet, you the shy one
I wanna, mm, never mind love
F*ck that, I want parts of ya vagina, like damn
Toni
I know that shit macaroni
I wanna be more than homies
Gimme that pussy don't be actin' phony, like
Onny
You the opposite of boney
Can you ride it like a pony
Whenever you want it mami, you could call me, like
TNT
I wanna have us a 3v3
Make it a movie, DVD
All of us got our phones on DND, like damn
Tiq the freak, Destiny, Lexi, I got a BNB
Polishers, like the eatery
None of these others niggas ever seein' me
Marni, Marni
I don't wanna talk 'bout Marni
I don't think that I should talk 'bout Marni
F*ck it, I'ma talk 'bout Marni
You piss my bitches off like a potty
Can't get these niggas off of your body
I wanna put it all in your body
Wanna get in ya draws, 'til my dick is soft, now my dick is off in ya body
I got that different talk
If a nigga say that he don't want you then he gizz lotti
Like damn

Mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Jess
We could make a mess, tss
I got something I must confess, tss
I wanna see you get undressed, fisherrr
I'm 'bout to send you my address
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, uh, mmm, mmm
And when in doubt, got me figured out, can't forget about
Millie
I wanna f*ck your body 'til you dizzy
Want you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty
I'm about to call your phone so come get with me
Know you don't drink, can you sip me?
I want ya face, you so pretty
I got a thing, for your titties
I wanna eat your body like a ten piece, damn
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Writer: Cashmere Small, Garland Jhamar Jean
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




cantsleep/drunkinluv

I ain't ever met a never wanna let you go
I ain't with the mood swings, wanna do things that's sexual, like

100,000 bitches but you special though
I ain't never give a f*ck, got a bunch of a stuff, I could let you know
I wanna l-l-l-lick you from your head to your toes
Won't you move your panties down to the- down to the- to the - floor
That pu-pu-pu-pussy wet, wet like a waterfall
Head so good, honor roll
Think this bitch is perfect, I don't know
Like big words, intellectual, woah
I just wanna let you know that your pussy the best-est though
Ayy, pussy the wettest though
Never gonna let you go
Tell me when you pullin' up 'cause I really want to undress you, though
Never could forget you, though
I ain't never give a f*ck, tryna f*ck a bitch in the restroom, though
She's mine, she's one of a kind

I ain't ever met a never wanna let you go
I ain't with the mood swings, wanna do things that's sexual, like

(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Baby, tell me when you pullin' up
Or I can come pick you up or I can send a black truck
Your nigga, he a actor
And you know that he capped up
How your body so snatched up
Tryna get your soul snatched up
She said, I ain't gotta wrap up
I'm in love with your fat butt
In and out, 'til I get that nut
In and out, 'til I make her cum, like, damn
(Ha, ha, ha)

I be drunk and in love
I be drunk, tryna f*ck
Off a shroom, high as f*ck, like, damn
I just hopped up off on a bitch boat
I'm just hopin' that a bitch know
Can you do what I say so
Can I put it in your a-hole?
I know I can be a A-hole
I know I come with a bank roll
I don't got no time to say no, like, damn

(Ha, ha, ha)

I be drunk, at eleven
I be drunk, tryna f*ck
Off a show, high as f*ck, like, damn
I'm just tryna float a bitch boat
I'm just hopin' that a bitch know
Came through when I say so
Can I put it in your a-hole?
I know I should be a A-hole
I know I come with a bank roll
I don't got no time to say no, like, damn
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Writer: Cashmere Small
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




problem

[ Featuring Laila! ]

Problem, problem
That's just not my problem
Problem, problem
That's-that's just not my problem

Got a bad bitch, she a problem
She got a man, but that's not my problem
I'm the real Slizzy Smalls, bitch, I'm a problem
Nigga run up, then he gon' have a problem
Ex keep blowin' up my phone like, "What's the problem?"
I'm the horniest nigga alive, I have a problem
'Member when it was "F*ck us," it wasn't a problem
Now they wanna link back up, that's not my problem

I told Slizzy, "Mo' money, mo' problem"
F*ck at least being broke, that's not my problem
I love bad bitches, that's my f*ckin' problem
It's baddies everywhere and that's my f*ckin' problem
See my problem
She my problem
She not part of the solution, she a problem
Like they say they have in Houston, she a problem
Damn, he lost his favorite eater, that's not my problem

Now they wanna hang with us and that's a problem
If you ever change on us, that's not my problem
I like niggas who tote guns, I got a problem
I'm quick to run a one-on-one if there's a problem
If he want a problem
I'll be his problem
And he said my shit be too wet, have to ask him if that was a problem
Baby, as long as you doin' whatever I say, then we won't have a problem
And if you think that I'm your bae, that's not my problem (what? What? What? What?)

My whole city totin' straps , that shit a problem (pssh)
You treat rumors like they facts, that's not my problem
Ho, stop wonderin' where I'm at, that's not your problem (what? What?)
I done went broke then bounced back, that's not my problem
You forty, tryna scam and rob and that's your problem
You boys won't work without a job and that's a problem
All I did was beat the odds, that's not a problem
You too worried 'bout getting even that's not my problem (tch)
I'm getting backends back to back, that's not a problem
Bitch, I'm so busy, my days overlap, but- (that's just not my problem)
R.I.P. the real, I'm still grievin', it's a problem
Long as a nigga breathin' (what? What? What?), I'm a problem, uh
These hoes wan' test you, even when it's not a- (that's not my problem)
They wanna stretch, finesse, and next you when it's a problem
Gated communities where I live (boy) (that's not my problem)
If your name ain't on the list (boy), bitch
(That's-that's-that's not my problem) (boy, lil' bitch)

I heard these bitches be wantin' a problem
I don't do beef on the 'net, you don't like me, that's not my problem
They don't want me to start poppin' my shit 'cause I'm really a problem (uh)
Huh, real gutter bitch, bad bitch, I'm a problem
Huh, bitch, do we have a problem?
My body a problem
Baby, come f*ck if you want, but just know that this pussy a problem
I might do a threesome with two women 'cause niggas a problem
Sex, money, bad bitches, she ain't never date a girl (that's not my problem)

Keep on cheatin' on my ho, I got a problem
Heard these niggas goin' broke, that's not my problem
They told me, "Get that money, that's gon' solve the problem"
But I got all this money, still got all these problem
Got all these problem
Yeah, got all these problem
Bet my brother gon' swing the tool if it's a problem
My lil' nigga been actin' weird, like what's your problem
Shawty said she want a bag, that's not my problem

Why do bitches always have a f*ckin' problem? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mad at me, but that is not my- (that's not my problem)
Tippy toe in Jimmy Choo-ey, I'm a problem
If a pussy got a issue, it's a problem
Baby, what's the problem (huh?)
Nene is the problem (what?)
I got plenty money, cashin' out is not a problem (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you always bummy, do you have a money problem
Why you always beggin'? Baby girl, that ain't my- (that's not my problem- huh? Yeah)

Tch, I f*cked this bitch, now she in love and that's a problem
She don't wanna f*ck without a glove, that's not my problem
My side bitch hate my main bitch hips, that's a problem
They like each other, this is weird, I like this problem
Bitch, I'm a problem
Sis, I'm a problem
Two bitches, one me, that's not a problem
Five bitches, two-seater, this a problem
She be mad I be too busy, that's not my problem (Kaliii)

Coochie wet, I got a good pussy problem
A darkskin dreadhead, that's not my problem (the f*ck?)
I can't stay out of Chanel, I got a problem (ooh)
But all my niggas havin' pape', that's not a problem (ah-ha)
Eight-figure problem (yeah)
Every bitch problem (what?)
Ass so heavy, this shit startin' to be a problem
Why spend my money when my facecard not a problem?
All that no caller ID, that's not my problem (hey, yeah, hmm, phew- brr, brr)

I'm at Magic, might just have a spendin' problem
Outside the club and can't get in (yeah), that's not my problem (yeah)
I've been vibin' since a nigga dropped "Problem" (tss)
Hit her from the back, she scream, "Oh, you a problem" (huh, yeah)
Personal problem
Work through your problem
Thought your ex could hold a candle, that's the problem
She said, "Once we f*ck, we stuck," sound like a problem (yeah)
Come with a lot of baggage but that's not my problem (no)

Young bitch and I'm turnt, I remember havin' problem
My ex-nigga burnt, I hope his new ho give him (that's not my problem)
If that's my lil' shit, I stalk his page, I got a problem
If I'm mad, I like leavin' niggas on read, is that a problem?
Do these bitches got a problem?
Man, these hoes don't want no problem
Take me out to SoHo, bae, I know you got a spendin' problem
Need a nigga who gon' trick, show these bitches I'm a problem
I know hoes hate my guts, but I guess that's not my problem (damn)

Why a bitch wanna f*ck (problem), that's not my problem (ayy)
Hold on (that's just not my problem), this the Coochie Man (problem)
Ayy, your bitch wanna have sex (problem)
She send me the address (the address, that's just not my problem)
Ayy, ayy
I like all bad bitches, that's my problem, ayy
I hit your bitch, that's not my problem
I can't stop drinkin' lean, I swear I got a problem
I don't just like her, I like her friend, that's my problem (ooh)
I got two bitches, they look just alike (problem, problem)
You wanna go Turks? Got to book us a flight
If that pussy good then I'm spendin' the night (problem)
She slurp it like ice
I love bad bitches, that's my problem
I want the whole group, that's my problem
Oh, she got a man? That's not my problem

I always fall in love with hoes, I have a problem
Oh, you married? Bitch, that's not my problem
My bitch from Texas, Houston, we may have a problem
I call the gang, not the cops when there's a problem
You like girls? oh, me too, that's not a problem
I'm a slut, I'm a freak, I'm a problem
I think 'bout sex all the time, I got a problem
You on your period, let's f*ck, that's not my problem (flee)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, she can't pay her bills? That's not my problem (haha)
Well, she obsessed with me, for real, she got a problem (on God)
Bitch, come f*ck me for these heels, what's the problem? (Huh?)
You know they say when you make mills (problem), it come with problem (yeah, yeah)
Niggas watchin' like they havin' a problem (huh?)
I'm Loc Dog with the rocket, do we have a problem? (Do we have a-?)
'Cause you got empty pockets, well, that's not my problem

She want the Chanelly bag, that ain't my problem
Boyfriend blowin' up her phone, that's not my problem
If he pull up, tryna come fight, we gon' have a problem
You say I'm f*ckin' you better than him, so what's the problem?
I'm pullin' up Maybach back to back, I'm a problem
Every time we pop outside, they say we a problem
I got bad hoes kissin' each other, I'm a problem
If my brother want you next, that's not my problem
You look way better than all of these hoes, you a problem
Plus, I go too deep when we f*ckin', baby, I'm a problem
I love a good nasty girl, but that's my problem
I'm so fresh, that's why that's not my problem
I like my shit low-key, bae, that's my problem (sss, sss, sss, sss)
I don't want you, I want yo' friend, bae, that's my-
(That's just not my problem, tss, tss, tss, ha)
I'm goin' too deep when we f*ck, bae, that's my problem (sss, sss, sss, sss, ah)
I'ma buy you whatever you want, bae, that's my-
(That's-that's-that's not my problem, sss, sss, sss, ha)
That's my problem
That's my problem
Baby, that's just not my problem
That's my problem
That's my problem
Baby, that's-that's just not my problem (sss)
Mmm, you tryna cry in a Rolls-Royce or a Camry? (That's not my problem)
Tch, you tryna cry in Ferraris or a Honda? (That's not my problem)
You tryna cry in a mansion or wit' your mama (that's not my problem)
(That's-that's-that's not my problem)
You tryna cry with a boss or with a worker?
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Writer: Afolabi Rosijii, Anycia Symone Edwards, Cashmere Small, Jaylein Arthur-Henry Catrell, John David Jackson, Justin Jones, Kaliya Ashley Ross, Laila Smith, Layia Watkins, Le'Quincy Anderson, Ricardo Valdez Valentine, Robert Coleman Thomas, Sean Michael Leonard Anderson, Tamia Monique Carter, Te'arah Gaines, Tyler Meeks
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




slizzy poetry (interlude)

Girl, it's somethin' 'bout you
I would never ever doubt you
Wanna put you in my mouth too
Sit on me like a couch too
I don't know where you came from, I just know that it was unannounced, boo
Heard your nigga was a lame one, same son I had to put the belt to
Please don't never ever doubt me
Tell 'em everything about me
I just really want your mouthpiece, now, please, please don't do it lousy
Even though I'm Slizzy, I don't want you movin' slizzy
If they wonder if I'm tender over you, tеll 'em I'm a ten-piecе
I don't know what it was, bitch
But I can tell you what it can be
Just suck that dick up 'til it's empty
I'm top-five Slizzy and trendy
She top-five pretty, not friendly
And she brought a friend just for Linny
Now her and her friend wanna eat me

Tss, that pussy inspired me
Like, why don't you take you a nap whenever you tired of me?
Far from perfect, but I'm worth it, come and try with me
And your body like a serpent, when you hurtin', come and cry on me
Pull me closer when you holdin' me, I was hopin' that you notice me
I'm on your body like a rosary
I just want you close to me
You been playin' round, f*ckin' clowns, you ain't met a nigga cold as me
When I'm in the Towns, gather 'round, baby, this that Slizzy poetry

This that Slizzy poetry
I just hope you notice me
Hope you see the real me
You don't see the ho in me
Love it when you blow on me
Puttin' on a show for me
Pussy drive me crazy, crazy, she just wanna choke on me
Put that on your Rosary
You will never fold on me
Other bitch told on me
Tss
I ain't with the kid shit
I am with the grownery
Come on, baby, grow with me
Tss
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Writer: Cashmere Small, Avante Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




turks (i apologize)

I ain't mean to hurt you but that nigga really had to hurt you
Bag on Birkin I apologize had to Turks you
You ain't never met the Slizzy God baby girl I could church you
I just want to lunch you
Want to dinner you
And dessert you
Don't deserve you these niggas don't deserve you right
Talking loud cause you think a nigga never heard you right
She be talkin' 'bout her pussy when she say her circle tight
And she ride the dick with no hands like a circus bike

Last night mad real pop a Percocet not a Advil
Last kill bad kill had to pack her it was that real
When I f*ck her from the back, she says she like how that feel
She a skinny bitch but from the back her ass was looking fat yeah
And I met her this year can't believe I didn't met her last year
I was I was doing bad yeah
I was I was talking practice
I was really I was acting but, you was like a actress
Felt like that's the past I ain't even mad now you in my mattress yeah

I ain't mean to hurt you but that nigga really had to hurt you
Bag on Birkin I apologize had to Turks you
You ain't never met the Slizzy God baby girl I could church you
I just want to lunch you
Want to dinner you
And dessert you
Don't deserve you these niggas don't deserve you right
Talking loud cause you think a nigga never heard you right
She be talkin' 'bout her pussy when she say her circle tight
And she ride the dick with no hands like a circus bike
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Writer: Cashmere Small
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




wassup wya

(Yo Kezzy)
(Yo Kezzy, this shit got me trippin')

She told me she never been in love
But she has been, the f*ck?
She been movin' savage as f*ck
They don't want no static with her
And she brought the madness with her
Never when I'm grabbin' your butt
What's up, where you at? Pullin' up
Think about my dream girl, I'm imaginin' her
If you for the team, girl, I'll be mad as a f*ck
You know what I mean, girl, I just want you underneath, girl
I be always on the scene, now I pulled up back in the cut, tss

I like how you replaced the T with a B
And I like how you replaced your nigga with a me
All these bitches salty, but I know your pussy sweet
And I'm tryna be in your mouth just like some Listerine
And I like when your pussy bald just like Mr. Clean
And I wanna give you my all, they can't shit from me
And as I made this song, I'm hopin' that you listening
Sexyy Red, her ass fat and your skin glistenin'
When your friends ask who your nigga, I just hope you mention me
And whenever I'm not with you, I just hope you missing me
If you laid up with another nigga, that'll get to me
It'll be a hit to me
Opposite of victory
No, I don't need liquor
I am what the liquor need
I don't need no bitch, I am what the bitches need
But you was lookin' like a real fit to me
I look at you differently
When I'm not around, don't be dissin' me

She told me she never been in love
But she has been, the f*ck?
She been movin' savage as f*ck
They don't want no static with her
And she brought the madness with her
Never when I'm grabbin' your butt
What's up, where you at? Pullin' up
Think about my dream girl, I'm imaginin' her
If you for the team, girl, I'll be mad as a f*ck
You know what I mean, girl, I just want you underneath, girl
I be always on the scene, now I pulled up back in the cut, tss
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Writer: Cashmere Small, Christian Diddier Marquez
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




message to u

Message to my baby
This is not a letter
If she wanna leave me
Promise I'ma let her
I will not forget her
I will not forgive her
Let a nigga take her
Promise I would never
You my Cinderella
Super tenderella
Pac would always tell 'em
Gotta keep your head up
Ain't nobody better
Ain't nobody better
I could love you better
I could f*ck you better

You're so beautiful when I look you in your eyes
And you got a booty too, beautiful, you a cutie pie
And you always make me nut so fast, I just wonder why
Tryna figure why
Leave me, I might cry
Leave me, I might die
I'ma turn into a suicide
Turn into a real do or die
Niggas know you my cutie pie
Bitches knowin' you my cutie pie
Jodeci, that's you and I, super fly, ex get no reply
Like, damn

Message to my baby
This is not a letter
If she wanna leave me
Promise I'ma let her
I will not forget her
I will not forgive her
Let a nigga take her
Promise I would never
You my Cinderella
Super tenderella
Pac would always tell 'em
Gotta keep your head up
Ain't nobody better
Ain't nobody better
I could love you better
I could f*ck you better
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Writer: Cashmere Small
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




dunk

First things first, lil' mama, I'm the Slizzy, I'm the one
So bring it over here, I'm tryna dunk
Hit it from the back, turn around, let me hit it from the front
As long as you know, I'm tryna dunk
Sippin' on that Yak to the head, 'til the Heezy got me drunk
So long story short, I'm tryna dunk
I ain't gotta act like I said, baby, this is what I want
Like Zion Williamson, I'm tryna dunk
Shawty said she like what I said 'cause I'm blunt
So she said she tryna bring her friend, that's my luck
Pussy so fire, got my dick out that punch
Love it when she arch her back, it's the opposite of hunch, for sure

That's my word, bitch, I'm the Slizzy, screamin' "F*ck what you heard"
Just popped a perc, liquor got me slurrin'
Ask me if I'm tryna dunk, bitch, for sure

I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna-
Now she wanna tat my name on it
Pull up to the crib, let me slap my name on it
And if that's your bitch, come and grab your main woman
I'm the Slizz, I ain't shit, Slizzy slat my name on it
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna-

Shake somethin' with it
Ride that dick like you tryna take somethin' with it
Throw it back like you tryna break somethin' with it
Dick so good, she can't even fake nothin' with it
He said, get low to the floor
Get low to the floor, get low to the floor, get low the floor
Bend it, bend it, bend it, bend it
Bend it, bend it, bend it, bend it
Bend it, bend it, bend it, bend it
Bend it, bend it, bend it, bend it
Do the grown man, do the grown man
Pussy so good, can't pass it to the homie
Where your man? You look like you lonely
Say cheese and you got that macaroni

I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna-

Nigga that's my word, bitch, I'm the Slizzy, screamin' "F*ck what you heard"
Just popped a perc, liquor got me slurrin'
Ask me if I'm tryna dunk, bitch, for sure

I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna-
Now she wanna tat my name on it
Pull up to the crib, let me slap my name on it
And if that's your bitch, come and grab your main woman
I'm the Slizz, I ain't shit, Slizzy slat my name on it
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk
I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna dunk, I'm tryna-

Shake somethin' with it
Ride that dick like you tryna take somethin' with it
Throw it back like you tryna break somethin' with it
Dick so good, she can't even fake nothin' with it
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Writer: Cashmere Small
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




luv it

Girl, let me love it, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it
Girl, let me love it, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it
Girl, let me love it, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it
Girl, let me love, whole lotta love

Right now in my hands, need you right now in my bed
Need you right now, don't be scared, need you right now with no fear
Need you right now in my hands, need you right now in my bed
Need you right now, don't be scared, need you right now with no fear

Girl, let me love it, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it
Girl, let me love it, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it
Girl, let me love it, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it
Girl, let me love, whole lotta love

Ah yeah, I been waiting for ya
I been waiting all year, no way to inform ya
No way to ignore ya, no way to avoid ya
I got something for ya, I got something for ya
Nah, you don't want it
Nah, tryna lay with me, stop
Whole lotta loving and f*ck
Whole lotta touching and f*ck
Whole lotta hugging and f*ck
Whole lotta love, whole lotta love

Girl, let me love it, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it
Girl, let me love it, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it
Girl, let me love it, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it
Girl, let me love, whole lotta love

Right now in my hands, need you right now in my bed
Need you right now, don't be scared, need you right now with no fear
Need you right now in my hands, need you right now in my bed
Need you right now, don't be scared, need you right now with no fear

Girl, let me love it
Girl, let me love it
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Writer: Cashmere Small
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




me n payroll

March to here
I will make the march to here
I will make the moon shine like

I do what you say so, tryna eat you like some egg shells
You be actin' stink, but girl, your pussy bet' not stink, though
I ain't gotta ask, but do you got a friend for Payroll?
Or you for me and Payroll
Went into her bankroll, but I bet I don't pay it, though
Can I put it on your face, though? Can I nut in your lace, though?
I just need your pussy, do not ask how my day go
Like, heard your man was pussy, tss

She is not a rookie, we f*ck off the molly, I feel like Tadoe
I'm f*ckin' my bitch from the front side, that's how her day go
My new bitch Dominican, but she can't get none of my pesos
She put 'em on for me just like a Faygo
I walk past a bad bitch, tell her, "Hello"
Hello
She was fiendin', she leakin', I made an example

I'm geekin', I'm leanin', I feel like I'm tweakin'
She leakin', she creamin', she goin' insane, oh
She need it, she fiendin', I feel like she beastin'
Like, oh, I f*ck her one time, she was never the same, no
Like, don't run from me
Don't come for me, I bring the pain, got what you need
I'm Cash Cash, I can f*ck a bitch like one, two, three
Had the last laugh when I f*cked her friend, made her cum for me

Had the last laugh, she brought her friend and we had a three
She suck the dick so much, she losin' calories
I murder that pussy, I hope that don't make me a criminal
She wanna f*ck on Pay 'cause you heard my songs, it made her delirious
I wanna see you naked, I need a thot, I'm very unserious
Her pussy is pretty and pink, no, I am not really a titty man
Her pussy is just like a sink, her head remind me of a ceiling fan
F*ck my rich bitch with a mink on, smack her in her face with some bands

I do what you say so, tryna eat you like some egg shells
You be actin' stink, but girl, your pussy bet' not stink, though
I ain't gotta ask, but do you got a friend for Payroll?
Or you for me and Payroll
Went into her bankroll, but I bet I don't pay it, though
Can I put it on your face, though? Can I nut in your lace, though?
I just need your pussy, do not ask how my day go
Like, heard your man was pussy, tss

Moon shine like
Shine like
I will make the march to here
I will make the march to here
I will make the moon shine like
Shine like
I will make the march to here
I will make the march to here
I will make the moon shine like
Shine like
I will make the march to here
I will make the march to here
I will make the moon shine like
Shine like
I will make the march to here
I will make the march to here
I will make the
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Writer: Cashmere Small, Corey Fraser, Tommy Parker, Alex Oso
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




slizzy poetry pt. 2 (interlude)

[Cash Cobain]
I cannot on that pussy, lil' baby that is not an option
Your pussy was dummy and yes I got money, so baby imma take you shopping
And please do not bring my ex up, cause' I take her off the blocklist
I just ran into your ex, and I know he pussy 'cause he copped it
Like, let's get back on topic
Like, you know I'm into your movie, I'm tryna f*ck you in the optic
And when I f*ck her, she screaming
When you f*ck her, awkward silence
I told her no strings attached, wouldn't want a bitch to violate
Like, stop it
I'm tryna eat your pussy in the tropics
I'm tryna eat your pussy on a island
And I'm tryna eat your pussy like a salmon
Or salmon
That pussy so good, I couldn't take my mans in
She told me she black and spanish
I'm tryna eat your pussy like a danish
Fisherrr, danish
I'm tryna hit from the back, thumb all in your anus
And if that pussy be crack, I put my tongue all in your anus
Now keep she asking how I'm so nasty, I cannot explain it
Dangerous
Told her to take my order like a waitress
I'm tryna eat your pussy so amazing
And I'm tryna eat your on mattress
Or mattress
That pussy so good, I don't know what just happened
I'm f*cking her you hear the clapping they like damn this nigga snapping
She wanted to nut but it's okay I put it back in
Tss, what happenin'?
Like, wazam?
Baby girl I gotta plan, I love your pussy I'm a fan
She told me she lost her passport, flew that bitch out to the Yams
Like, I wanna sing to your body
Your pussy water, I'm a boat, I'm 'posed to be Yachty

[Marni]
Mmmm, and you know, know, know
Oh you think you slick
Mmmm, know, know, know
Mmmm, like damn, mmmm
Oh you think you slick
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Writer: Cashmere Small, Lance Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Fisherrr

[ Featuring Bay Swag ]

Got a attitude, but you bad as shit, so I ain't mad at you
And you tatted too, what I got to do to be havin' you?
I play the avenue, top five Slizzy and a savage too
And your ass fat, know you eat your rice and your cabbage too
She a savage too, I'm a savage too, it's compatible
She was talkin' practice, had to cut her off, got a badder boo
I ain't chicken tender, if you f*ck my brother, I ain't mad at you
F*ckin' in the kitchen we ain't even make it to the master room
Met her in the trenches, swear she suck it different, and she tatted too

And she independent, swear this bitch is different and she nasty too
Yeah, my body different, when I'm off a yidda I'ma animal
And her body different, I'ma eat on that bitch like I'm Hannibal
I'ma act a fool, I get active too
I'ma eat that pussy like an edible

Fisherrr
I'm off a Percocet
But lil' mami be poppin' that Adderall
Fisherrr
That pussy be perfect wet
When you in it, it you feel like its grabbin' you
Fisherrr
I know they mad at you but I had to do what I had to do
Fisherrr
She got a attitude when she suck the dick it's like she mad at you
Fisherrr

I want y'all to go back, go back
Just like and this beat from Cash not from YouTube
Yup
That's me, magic

(And this beat from Cash not from YouTube)

Dunkin' shit like NBA
Would've thought a nigga was from Baton Rouge
Made her sign an NDA
F*ck what niggas say, we don't follow rules
Put that pussy on my face, get your pussy drank, like some Mountain Dew
In Miami I'm with Lou
We found somethin' new at the Fontaine Bleu
They ain't givin' mouth like you
Make it bounce like you, make it pounce like you
If I need to hit you up just to get a nut I can count on you
Lately I've been sippin' drank switchin' hella states
I ain't in the mood
Slidin' in the Bentley truck with a Spanish bitch put her in some Rhude

Fisherrr
Fisherrr
She blow the dick like it was a flute
Fisherrr
Pussy so good I'm never dubbin' you
Fisherrr
We met at the Ritz Carl', not the W
Fisherrr
I mix the honey and Henny, I'm tryna have fun with you
Fisherrr

Got a attitude, but you bad as shit, so I ain't mad at you
And you tatted too, what I got to do to be havin' you?
I play the avenue, top five Slizzy and a savage too
And your ass fat, know you eat your rice and your cabbage too
She a savage too, I'm a savage too, it's compatible
She was talkin' practice, had to cut her off, got a badder boo
I ain't chicken tender, if you f*ck my brother, I ain't mad at you
F*ckin' in the kitchen we ain't even make it to the master room
Met her in the trenches, swear she suck it different, and she tatted too
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Writer: Cashmere Small, Joshua Jubilee, Kion Monsanto
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




act like

Just the other day that we hooked up
(I was drivin', you was walkin' and I swooped you up)
From that moment on I knew you were the one, yeah
(I was single, you was lonely and we fell in love)
We would sit and talk for hours about anything
(Baby, you hang up, no, you hang up, on three hang up)
I bought your whip, I paid your rent, I gave you everything
(Said you'd always be my baby then you bounced)
How you gonna? (How you gonna?)

Baby, I wanna go (I wanna go)
Watch out (watch out), I put my dick in your throat (it seems like-)
I gave you this dick but you thought it was a joke, like
I gave her some dick now that ho don't want no smoke (it seems like-)
Don't f*ck with them niggas, don't let 'em get too close
F*ck all them niggas, them niggas gotta go
F*ck all them bitches, I left 'em at the door (it seems like-), like
When it come to sex, girl, you know that you the goat
That pussy poppin', I hit 'em with the smoke, like (it seems like-)

AP, big rocks, niggas know I'm the realer
Five K on the dinner, I'm really the top one slizzer
I did some wrong (it seems like-), but I'm always right
Said I know how to shoot, and I know how to fight
I could tell you once (it seems like-), won't tell you twice
You bae for the day, not bae for the night
I'ma do what you like (it seems like-), I'ma eat on that pussy with ice
I'ma beat on that pussy like Ike, and I want your head like lice
Fisher (it seems like-)

Baby, I wanna go (I wanna go)
Watch out (watch out), I put my dick in your throat (it seems like-)
I gave you this dick but you thought it was a joke, like
I gave her some dick now that ho don't want no smoke (it seems like-)
Don't f*ck with them niggas, don't let 'em get too close
F*ck all them niggas, them niggas gotta go
F*ck all them bitches, I left 'em at the door (it seems like-), like
When it come to sex, girl, you know that you the goat
That pussy poppin', I hit 'em with the smoke, like (it seems like-)

AP, big rocks, niggas know I'm the realer
Five K on the dinner, I'm really the top one slizzer
I did some wrong (it seems like-), but I'm always right
Said I know how to shoot, and I know how to fight
I could tell you once (it seems like-), won't tell you twice
You bae for the day, not bae for the night
(It seems like-)
(It seems like-)
(It seems like-)
(It seems like-)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Alex Petit Sr., Bashar Jackson, Cashmere Small, Cedric Leyutwyler, Christoffer Marcussen, Damon Thomas, Dominique Jones, Eric Dion Hawkins, Harvey Jay Mason, Jess Jackson, Johnathan Kirk, Michael Dean, Tyrese Gibson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




candle

[ Featuring 4batz ]

Why she acting funny? Ain't no dummy
Tryna act like she don't love me, I say f*ck her
She don't know that I've been slime, like, free Thugger
If you could take her, she ain't mine, I ain't gon' tuck her
I ain't no lover boy, I'm a real f*cker
I ain't no sucker, boy, I'm a real stepper
If you want to leave, then get to steppin'
I'm forever, these niggas is here for a quick second
Give my pussy up, I ain't gon' doubt you
But you gon' have to watch me ball without you
You can cry, you can pout, too
When you hear this song, just know it's about you
I ain't happy that I found you
Get her candle
Why she acting funny? Ain't no dummy
Tryna act like she don't love me, I say f*ck her
She don't know that I've been slime, like, free Thugger
If you could take her, she ain't mine, I ain't gon' tuck her
I ain't no lover boy, I'm a real f*cker
I ain't no sucker, boy, I'm a real stepper
If you want to leave, then get to steppin'
I'm forever, these niggas is here for a quick second
Give my pussy up, I ain't gon' doubt you
But you gon' have to watch me ball without you
You can cry, you can pout, too
When you hear this song, just know it's about you
I ain't happy that I found you
Get her candle

If we be f*ckin', baby, let's just keep it closed
Don't like no kiss and tell, just, baby, touch yo' toes
I wanna sip on you just like some water hose
I wanna f*ck you good and have you singin' notes
Girl, we can hit the bed or f*ck up on the floor
I wanna pick you up and lick you head to toe
And when I f*ck you, girl, I'm grabbin' on your throat, uh
Because that pussy good and you just got to know (aw yeah)
Let me suck up on them toes (aw yeah)
You know I'm not a joke (aw yeah)
Uh, uh, I be grabbin' on your throat while I'm givin' you some more
Baby, we just showin' off
Yeah, can we do the most?
Yeah, can we do the most, most, most, most?

Why she acting funny? Ain't no dummy
Tryna act like she don't love me, I say f*ck her
She don't know that I've been slime, like, free Thugger
If you could take her, she ain't mine, I ain't gon' tuck her
I ain't no lover boy, I'm a real f*cker
I ain't no sucker, boy, I'm a real stepper
If you want to leave, then get to steppin'
I'm forever, these niggas is here for a quick second
Give my pussy up, I ain't gon' doubt you
But you gon' have to watch me ball without you
You can cry, you can pout, too
When you hear this song (Gvrlnd!, I'm rockin' wit' this one), just know it's about you
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Writer: Cashmere Small, Neko Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




some shit

I'm tryna f*ck you not love you
Don't want you to get in your feelings
If we gon f*ck at the party
I want everybody to hear it
I could tell that you wanna f*ck me
I could tell by the way that you staring
I want you to ride it, just like you drive it with the automatic steering
The way that she wiling the way that she crying, she bout to cum I can hear it
If we being honest, lil mama the finest, the type of girl I wanna marry
She know she got it, that pussy popping I don't gotta call up Mary
The way that she wax it, that shit was Brazilian she do not do the hairy

She don't got plans I told her come over
She do not drank she said she a smoker
So treat my dick just like a ruler
That pussy was fresh it don't got no odor
Her ex gotta keep it pushing like a stroller, tss
Can I bend you over?
She already know I pray to the Slizzy God like Jehovah
If I cannot have you, I'ma be mad boo, I don't want no one, ay
It feel like I have to, I gotta have you, like damn

I'm tryna f*ck you not love you
Don't want you to get in your feelings
If we gon f*ck at the party
I want everybody to hear it
I could tell that you wanna f*ck me
I could tell by the way that you staring
I want you to ride it, just like you drive it with the automatic steering
The way that she wiling the way that she crying, she bout to cum I can hear it
If we being honest, lil mama the finest, the type of girl I wanna marry
She know she got it, that pussy popping I don't gotta call up Mary
The way that she wax it, that shit was Brazilian she do not do the hairy
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Cashmere Small, Michael Rainey Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




baddest in the room

Baddest in the room, when you coming through
I heard it's the best, I hope that it's true
And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube
Hope it's true
Hope it's true
I wanna please your mind, your spine, your spirit, your body, too
I wanna do it all night and do it all morning and do it all noon
I wanna do it on sight you already know, it's not nothing new
Late night, I'm the great white, baby I wanna get in your pool
I gotta great pipe, f*ck a date night, baby tell me what you wanna do
F*ck all them other bitches, they not you
Your nigga's not my business, only you

Back on the run, so you know wassup
She don't know where she wanna go
I have hot sex she jacking it though
He tote that baby Benz and I know
So I give you, make your jaw hit the floor
And I know you living fast and he slow
But I don't know why, oh
She don't wanna hear no love song, whole time she been loved wrong
Biggest thing since Mike Jack, she still wanna put the glove on
I do you right every time you tell me that you've done wrong
Baby girl it don't matter, you got the fast talk that I'm stuck on
Uptown with the uptown, everybody going up now
Battlezone getting rushed out, everybody grab a cup now
Everybody that's in love acting bad, now they getting cussed out
Got no time for the rest now, like damn

Baddest in the room, when you coming through
I heard it's the best, I hope that it's true
And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube
Hope it's true
Hope it's true
I wanna please your mind, your spine, your spirit, your body, too
I wanna do it all night and do it all morning and do it all noon
I wanna do it on sight you already know, it's not nothing new
Late night, I'm the great white, baby I wanna get in your pool
I gotta great pipe, f*ck a date night, baby tell me what you wanna do
F*ck all them other bitches, they not you
Your nigga's not my business, only you
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Cashmere Small
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Back to: Cash Cobain


Performed By: Cash Cobain
Genre(s): Rap, sexy drill
Released: August 23rd, 2024
Year: 2024

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