Correction Lyrics Sleazy Flow (Remix) by Quality Control

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Okay
Everybody put they Glocks in the air for me
Put your sh*t up
You got a stick on your sh*t, you got a fifty on your sh*t, put your sh*t in the air for me
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh)
Grrt (Uh)

Last opp we caught was at the store, we had to scrape him (Skrrt)
Lil' bro hopped out trippin' with that switchy, he done faced him (Grrt)
Face shot, face shot, frrt frrt, they couldn't save him
We the ones gettin' busy up in the city, that's on my baby (That's on my son)
They block like a drive-thru, ask the opps how much we slide through
Ain't beefin', but you they family, you get caught, then you gon' die too (Dumba**)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, stop the whip
Let me out, this chopstick gon' leave him open like a zip (Zzz)
Zip him up, tell buddy 'nеm a** to come and pick him up (Come pick him up)
N***as fakin', acting like thеy thug life 'til we hit 'em up (Hit 'em up)
Lot of n***as don't like me, for what? I ain't even did sh*t (I ain't even did nothin')
Make his b*t*h take d**k to the head, I ain't even hit yet
How you mad she choosing me? I like what she do to me
She say she feel safer over here, this where the shooters be
She say ain't no pape' up over there, sh*t, she barely eatin' (She starvin')
Can barely feed hisself, she told me, "Help, this n***a barely feed me"
How you mad she choosin' me?
You would die if you know what she was doin' to me (Ooh)
We been swappin' spit for a lil' while, this sh*t ain't new to me
Actin' like I'm chasin' her or somethin', she be pursuin' me
Can't hold you, she be tellin' me all the time she wish that you was me (She bold)
I ain't with that messy sh*t, I barely'll text a b*t*h (I'm cold)
I can't even brag about these thots, that sh*t be effortless (Damn)
Red and white Ferrari, I come through fresh as a peppermint
Ain't caught up in that other sh*t, they trippin', I'm Black excellence (Yeah)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold the jet
Seven-fifty for a show, I gotta go, can't miss this check
Travel all around the globe, doin' what I want with no regrets
She feel safe with us, whenever she with gang, it make her wet, yeah

We don't do the social tweet, these n***as too internet
Goin' live, tryna talk 'bout who got shot, we don't get into that
Can you leave it up in the streets with me? I ain't tryna go to jail (I ain't tryna go to jail)
Keep mention my name in all of your posts, it ain't hard to tell (What the f**k?)
If you get smoked, they gon' come lookin' for me, n***a, you dumb as hell
This b*t*h think I love her, ooh-wee, she must be drunk as hell
I can't love no sl*t b*t*h, I love how they suck d**k (I like how they eat d**k)
Once I get my nut off, b*t*h, I'm skatin' like some TRUKFIT

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