Said I'm tired of this broke shit, bitch I started rappin', hoe who gon' to jail
You'll never catch me trappin', got a bad bitch, she black as f*ck, that ass clappin'
Pretty in the face, don't need no man, you know what's happenin', and this one for the
Real bitches that keep that pussy intact, and for the real niggas that'll never slide
Or break that pack, you cross that line, they wet you up and then we smoke that pack, ain't
No competition because all y'all shit is whack, the biggest f*ck da za , No shade to D-Low
Got my Spanish niggas in the cut, mi amigos, it's a shame all you niggas and y'all bitches
Triflin', off the truffles, bitch I'm gettin' baked like a muffin, and we in the hotbox
Shit got me coughin', I just wrote a rap, this nigga pockets in a coffin, my niggas
Keep that pump, I ain't talkin', bench or squat, not guilty by association, I ain't gon
Get caught,
From New Orleans to Houston, curly hair, yeah, I'm moosin', fit too cold
Look like I'm scammin' or boostin', niggas said he tight, loosin', lyin' to them labels
False accusin', these niggas ain't rappin' like me, so baby, who you choosin', who you
Choosin', who you choosin', now who you choosin', okay, what, let's go, let's go, oh, bow
Hm, hm, it's the motherf*ckin' CHUCKY
Jayson - MR SLIPPERY Lyrics
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Said I'm tired of this broke shit, bitch I started rappin', hoe who gon' to jail
You'll never catch me trappin', got a bad bitch, she black as f*ck, that ass clappin'
Pretty in the face, don't need no man, you know what's happenin', and this one for the
Real bitches that keep that pussy intact, and for the real niggas that'll never slide
Or break that pack, you cross that line, they wet you up and then we smoke that pack, ain't
No competition because all y'all shit is whack, the biggest f*ck da za , No shade to D-Low
Got my Spanish niggas in the cut, mi amigos, it's a shame all you niggas and y'all bitches
Triflin', off the truffles, bitch I'm gettin' baked like a muffin, and we in the hotbox
Shit got me coughin', I just wrote a rap, this nigga pockets in a coffin, my niggas
Keep that pump, I ain't talkin', bench or squat, not guilty by association, I ain't gon
Get caught,
From New Orleans to Houston, curly hair, yeah, I'm moosin', fit too cold
Look like I'm scammin' or boostin', niggas said he tight, loosin', lyin' to them labels
False accusin', these niggas ain't rappin' like me, so baby, who you choosin', who you
Choosin', who you choosin', now who you choosin', okay, what, let's go, let's go, oh, bow
Hm, hm, it's the motherf*ckin' CHUCKY
You'll never catch me trappin', got a bad bitch, she black as f*ck, that ass clappin'
Pretty in the face, don't need no man, you know what's happenin', and this one for the
Real bitches that keep that pussy intact, and for the real niggas that'll never slide
Or break that pack, you cross that line, they wet you up and then we smoke that pack, ain't
No competition because all y'all shit is whack, the biggest f*ck da za , No shade to D-Low
Got my Spanish niggas in the cut, mi amigos, it's a shame all you niggas and y'all bitches
Triflin', off the truffles, bitch I'm gettin' baked like a muffin, and we in the hotbox
Shit got me coughin', I just wrote a rap, this nigga pockets in a coffin, my niggas
Keep that pump, I ain't talkin', bench or squat, not guilty by association, I ain't gon
Get caught,
From New Orleans to Houston, curly hair, yeah, I'm moosin', fit too cold
Look like I'm scammin' or boostin', niggas said he tight, loosin', lyin' to them labels
False accusin', these niggas ain't rappin' like me, so baby, who you choosin', who you
Choosin', who you choosin', now who you choosin', okay, what, let's go, let's go, oh, bow
Hm, hm, it's the motherf*ckin' CHUCKY
Writer: Jayson Whitley
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