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Letra : Sloppy
Armani
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that slop
I love hitting Dallas 'cause it's full of freak hoes
Ass fat, bow-legged, lil mama pigeon-toed
Things got muddy and I'm feeling kinda slow
Y'all be lit on the gram but be real life broke
I be lit in real life, got my d**k down her throat
These n***as all models, ain't shooting just tote
Opps Giorgio rain coat, boy float
Wet 'em up 'cause they all pu**y so they get soaked
I like fat lips, pretty feet and thick thighs
Still smash a slim b*t*h, don't be surprised
n***as want beef with me, that sh*t come with fries
Best believe I start singing and this b*t*h, she feel fly
Sitting down to quick on my seat, shoot your leg off
Goofies out here moving like chickens with they heads off
f**k with my fam but damn sure won't bed y'all
My past trying to haunt me but it's cool, b*t*h, I fed y'all
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that slop
Got two bad b*t*hes, double f**k, double bubble-butt
And you know they got that fat ass, tummy tuck
And a opp try to run up on me, I ain't lacking, tummy tuck
Baby, I just want for you to gag on this nut
Yeah, like I brought skin light, got a dyke
Yeah, you a bad b*t*h and I ain't really got a type
Bob, bob, weave, 'fore we fight
I ain't even know your n***a let you out at night
Bouncing out right with that .40, make 'em out-of-bounds
Make your main b*t*h give me that head when you is not around
Creeping out the window, sneakers, they don't make a sound
She looked me dead right in my eyes, said, "It's going down"
Yeah, pop, pop, pop that pu**y like Orville Redenbacher
Baby, you know 'fore you met me you was just a walker
In Atlanta, I'm at Magic, [?]
Might mistake lil' baby pu**y for a Super Soaker
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that slop
I love hitting Dallas 'cause it's full of freak hoes
Ass fat, bow-legged, lil mama pigeon-toed
Things got muddy and I'm feeling kinda slow
Y'all be lit on the gram but be real life broke
I be lit in real life, got my d**k down her throat
These n***as all models, ain't shooting just tote
Opps Giorgio rain coat, boy float
Wet 'em up 'cause they all pu**y so they get soaked
I like fat lips, pretty feet and thick thighs
Still smash a slim b*t*h, don't be surprised
n***as want beef with me, that sh*t come with fries
Best believe I start singing and this b*t*h, she feel fly
Sitting down to quick on my seat, shoot your leg off
Goofies out here moving like chickens with they heads off
f**k with my fam but damn sure won't bed y'all
My past trying to haunt me but it's cool, b*t*h, I fed y'all
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that slop
Got two bad b*t*hes, double f**k, double bubble-butt
And you know they got that fat ass, tummy tuck
And a opp try to run up on me, I ain't lacking, tummy tuck
Baby, I just want for you to gag on this nut
Yeah, like I brought skin light, got a dyke
Yeah, you a bad b*t*h and I ain't really got a type
Bob, bob, weave, 'fore we fight
I ain't even know your n***a let you out at night
Bouncing out right with that .40, make 'em out-of-bounds
Make your main b*t*h give me that head when you is not around
Creeping out the window, sneakers, they don't make a sound
She looked me dead right in my eyes, said, "It's going down"
Yeah, pop, pop, pop that pu**y like Orville Redenbacher
Baby, you know 'fore you met me you was just a walker
In Atlanta, I'm at Magic, [?]
Might mistake lil' baby pu**y for a Super Soaker
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that sloppy, that sloppy, that slop
b*t*h, give me that slop
