slizzyhunchodon Lyrics – Cash Cobain

Tss

I am with the smoke so if I don’t know you, don’t get too close
Please don’t think sh!t sweet, if a n!gga run up, it’s Murder, She Wrote
Slizzy, I’m givin’ ’em hope, I really be outside, I’m with the Pope
Baby girl, keep on your clothes and open your mouth up, I want your throat
She suckin’ it good, she lovin’ the wood, I think I might give her a stroke
She come from the hood, she misunderstood, I told her, “I already know”
I f**ked her one time then after that I had to pass that b!tch to the bro
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube), fo’ sure

Keep the b!tch out of the dough
Lil’ ratchet lil’ sh!t from the hood, she put that sh!t on, she get on the floor (Yeah)
I’m snatchin’ that lil’ baby soul (Snatchin’ that soul)
Lil’ b!tch exotic, I’m smokin’ exotic, we ready for smoke
We havin’ guns and drugs, she still, she tellin’ she wanna go (Yeah)
Overly pushin’ my pockets, I’m Cash Cobain (Cash)
Yeah, bottles on bottles, she thirsty, now who want a drank? (Soo)
Hm, young n!gga makin’ them birds, brrt, sing (Yeah)
I’m in New York like a Knick’ with your b!tch in the paint (Let’s go; tss)

I’m in New York, but I got this lil’ b!tch in the A (Woo)
And she wanna come with some friends, I told her I’m puttin’ b!tches on a plane (Bang)
I just now back out the Benz, the b!tches, she left, now, she wanna stay (Phew)
I’m really the Slizzy, these b!tches be be wit’ it, they wanna put me on a tray (Slizzy)
I’m a dog, I’m a stray (Rrr), I’m outside with a K (Outside)
Shots fired, broad day (Fah), b!tch gon’ f**k me in the hallway (Slide)
You the baddest in the state (Bad), and your ass the fattest in the state (Fat)
Put you on a platter, on the plate (Soo), f**ked his b!tch, now the n!gga wanna hate

And she be—, and she be pu$$y poppin’ for the gang (Hey)
I dressed her up in that designer stuff before I even got to know her name (Tss)
And she be—, she give me brain while I’m switchin’ lanes (She give me)
She brought it like a stallion, I’ma buy the b!tch a chain (Ice)
Put it in your mouth, make you turn around, tattoo a n!gga name (Tat it)
Trappin’ in the house, if we in a drought, can you catch a n!gga plays? (Phew)
She keep it s*xy, she want me to f**k on her bestie and then want me to lay her (S*xy)
She havin’ forty inches, when I go hit it, I f**k up her lace (Lace)

I know she finna come call me ’cause I go and f**k her the best
You let me come in and eat it up, I go and beat it up, nut on her chest
Told that lil’ b!tch, “I’m sorry,” I know she be so depressed
Clubbin’ her down, beatin’ her walls, it sound like a turf
The way we link, it’s way too natural (Way too natural, yeah)
The way that body look too natural (The way that body)
The way you f**k me, I ain’t mad at you (I ain’t mad at you)
I’ma keep it cool, spend a bag or two (Bag or two)
Shawty want to throw it back to that “ATTITUDE”
Baby, I’m permanent like a tattoo (Like a tattoo)
F**kin’ me, f**kin’ me good, I ain’t mad at you
Me and my baby mama out in Cancún (Out in Cancún)
Ooh, shawty like a monsoon
Hardstone mask like I’m MF DOOM
Let me beat that back and watch that pu$$y bloom
B!tch, we goin’ up like a hot balloon

And you got a gratitude
I ain’t never meet no one as bad as you (Bad as you)
I just gotta do what I gotta do ’cause you be—
(f**kin’ me, f**kin’ me good, I ain’t mad at you)
Mmm-hmm, and I just gotta have you too
No one in this world even badder, boo
Gotta do what I gotta do ’cause you be—
(f**kin’ me, f**kin’ me good, I ain’t mad at you)
Mmm-hmm