Tap dancing on the clouds
While I'm smoking loud
I'm a king they bow
Yea
Had to flex on em wow
Bet they know me now
Back then I took a vow
Yea
Now I ship it by the pound
I F*ck Her on the ground
I beat that pussy down
Yea
Gotta keep a couple of rounds
Cause these niggas clowns
They really want you down
Oh no
I'm am not playin with niggas
I came along way I need me the millions
One for me
And 10 more for my children
Got tunnel vision
Ain't got time for no feelings
I came from drug dealing
Robbing and stealing
Now I'm a ceo
I'm making a killing
I'm doing good
Why you all in your feelings
I got my own strain
I feel like a chemist
Zombie Gang
Zombie Gang
Sleaze taking Aim
Aiming at you brain
Get the f*ck up out my lane
We are not the same
I put you boys to shame
See this life I maintain
Through tears blood and pain
This shit so insane
The shit I'm on
Got me geeked up
Make me wanna sing
Eddie kane
Carolina finest
Adress me as your highness
Boy I know you spineless
Zombie gang we timeless
Future shine like diamonds
Smoking Loud like sirens
Sipping on some science
Ouu
Rolling up a blunt of fruit
Sleazy a star imma shoot
Shorty go blow me like flutes
Man I pray my niggas make it off the block
Where I'm from a nigga gotta keep a Glock
Nigga right beside you turn into a op
No a few niggas want me to flop
Came this far a nigga can't stop
Clouds (feat. YTN Glizzy 4xtre) Video (MV)
Performed By: SleazySlim
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: CHRISTOPHER TODD, DANIELLE MOORE, JAMES BARON
SleazySlim - Clouds (feat. YTN Glizzy 4xtre) Lyrics
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Tap dancing on the clouds
While I'm smoking loud
I'm a king they bow
Yea
Had to flex on em wow
Bet they know me now
Back then I took a vow
Yea
Now I ship it by the pound
I F*ck Her on the ground
I beat that pussy down
Yea
Gotta keep a couple of rounds
Cause these niggas clowns
They really want you down
Oh no
I'm am not playin with niggas
I came along way I need me the millions
One for me
And 10 more for my children
Got tunnel vision
Ain't got time for no feelings
I came from drug dealing
Robbing and stealing
Now I'm a ceo
I'm making a killing
I'm doing good
Why you all in your feelings
I got my own strain
I feel like a chemist
Zombie Gang
Zombie Gang
Sleaze taking Aim
Aiming at you brain
Get the f*ck up out my lane
We are not the same
I put you boys to shame
See this life I maintain
Through tears blood and pain
This shit so insane
The shit I'm on
Got me geeked up
Make me wanna sing
Eddie kane
Carolina finest
Adress me as your highness
Boy I know you spineless
Zombie gang we timeless
Future shine like diamonds
Smoking Loud like sirens
Sipping on some science
Ouu
Rolling up a blunt of fruit
Sleazy a star imma shoot
Shorty go blow me like flutes
Man I pray my niggas make it off the block
Where I'm from a nigga gotta keep a Glock
Nigga right beside you turn into a op
No a few niggas want me to flop
Came this far a nigga can't stop
While I'm smoking loud
I'm a king they bow
Yea
Had to flex on em wow
Bet they know me now
Back then I took a vow
Yea
Now I ship it by the pound
I F*ck Her on the ground
I beat that pussy down
Yea
Gotta keep a couple of rounds
Cause these niggas clowns
They really want you down
Oh no
I'm am not playin with niggas
I came along way I need me the millions
One for me
And 10 more for my children
Got tunnel vision
Ain't got time for no feelings
I came from drug dealing
Robbing and stealing
Now I'm a ceo
I'm making a killing
I'm doing good
Why you all in your feelings
I got my own strain
I feel like a chemist
Zombie Gang
Zombie Gang
Sleaze taking Aim
Aiming at you brain
Get the f*ck up out my lane
We are not the same
I put you boys to shame
See this life I maintain
Through tears blood and pain
This shit so insane
The shit I'm on
Got me geeked up
Make me wanna sing
Eddie kane
Carolina finest
Adress me as your highness
Boy I know you spineless
Zombie gang we timeless
Future shine like diamonds
Smoking Loud like sirens
Sipping on some science
Ouu
Rolling up a blunt of fruit
Sleazy a star imma shoot
Shorty go blow me like flutes
Man I pray my niggas make it off the block
Where I'm from a nigga gotta keep a Glock
Nigga right beside you turn into a op
No a few niggas want me to flop
Came this far a nigga can't stop
Writer: CHRISTOPHER TODD, DANIELLE MOORE, JAMES BARON
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid