Lyrics to Slimey Guy
(Hm, these guys going back and forth, you know, talking- talking 'bout this, talkin' 'bout that)
Dig
We gon' tell you how it is, nigga (Dig)
(Don't get me confused in the conversation)
Uno, I killed it
He's a slimy guy, he'll wipe your nose just to cap some'
Ain't my type of time, so on y'all, I'm gon' nap some'
Can't go back and forth 'bout a bitch who ain't bringing that cash home
I can not feel sorry about no nigga who got no backbone
(La música de Harry Fraud)
We was ridin' out with choppers, Glizzies, and the four pound (Right now)
How you grew up with a nigga and you act like you never knew him now?
Am I glowing up or are these niggas glowing down?
I am not the rock, not a rundown, this a walk down
Niggas changed on me and I still don't even know how
Thought I told you how my killers come out when the sun's down
Never was the one to throw the shade around like the sundial
Hop up on the jet, quarter Xan', lights out
Yeah, yeah, on codeine, I can talk about these scars now (On codeine, dig)
All these war wounds start to look like art now (What? All these wars)
Free my dog in the pen, he gon' bark now (What? What?)
Yeah, yeah, and he live through me, I hold his heart now
Yeah, catch a nigga broad day, pull his card out (Bitch)
I am so geeked up, I am far out, yeah
In the back of a Bentley truck passed out, yeah
Just we 'bout a billion-dollar cash route, yeah (Dig)
Yeah, spare me the details
Bitch named Shelly sold a lot of seashells
And a nigga acting scary like he never seen shells
Hollow-tips aimin' at your head, get derailed, yeah (Dig)
Here's a tip, lil' bitch, go get some business 'bout yourself
Put the tip in that lil' bitch and she went chicken, nigga, I swear
Hee-hee, VVS, yes sir
And you know I got a bad bitch doin' fish scale
He's a slimy guy, he'll wipe your nose just to cap some'
Ain't my type of time, so on y'all, I'm gon' nap some'
Can't go back and forth 'bout a bitch who ain't bringing that cash home
I can not feel sorry about no nigga who got no backbone
We was ridin' out with choppers, Glizzies, and the four pound (Right now)
How you grew up with a nigga and you act like you never knew him now?
Am I glowing up or are these niggas glowing down?
Niggas changed on me and I still don't even know how (Know how)
Dig
We gon' tell you how it is, nigga (Dig)
(Don't get me confused in the conversation)
Uno, I killed it
He's a slimy guy, he'll wipe your nose just to cap some'
Ain't my type of time, so on y'all, I'm gon' nap some'
Can't go back and forth 'bout a bitch who ain't bringing that cash home
I can not feel sorry about no nigga who got no backbone
(La música de Harry Fraud)
We was ridin' out with choppers, Glizzies, and the four pound (Right now)
How you grew up with a nigga and you act like you never knew him now?
Am I glowing up or are these niggas glowing down?
I am not the rock, not a rundown, this a walk down
Niggas changed on me and I still don't even know how
Thought I told you how my killers come out when the sun's down
Never was the one to throw the shade around like the sundial
Hop up on the jet, quarter Xan', lights out
Yeah, yeah, on codeine, I can talk about these scars now (On codeine, dig)
All these war wounds start to look like art now (What? All these wars)
Free my dog in the pen, he gon' bark now (What? What?)
Yeah, yeah, and he live through me, I hold his heart now
Yeah, catch a nigga broad day, pull his card out (Bitch)
I am so geeked up, I am far out, yeah
In the back of a Bentley truck passed out, yeah
Just we 'bout a billion-dollar cash route, yeah (Dig)
Yeah, spare me the details
Bitch named Shelly sold a lot of seashells
And a nigga acting scary like he never seen shells
Hollow-tips aimin' at your head, get derailed, yeah (Dig)
Here's a tip, lil' bitch, go get some business 'bout yourself
Put the tip in that lil' bitch and she went chicken, nigga, I swear
Hee-hee, VVS, yes sir
And you know I got a bad bitch doin' fish scale
He's a slimy guy, he'll wipe your nose just to cap some'
Ain't my type of time, so on y'all, I'm gon' nap some'
Can't go back and forth 'bout a bitch who ain't bringing that cash home
I can not feel sorry about no nigga who got no backbone
We was ridin' out with choppers, Glizzies, and the four pound (Right now)
How you grew up with a nigga and you act like you never knew him now?
Am I glowing up or are these niggas glowing down?
Niggas changed on me and I still don't even know how (Know how)
