THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED
Why don't you get the f*ck off my Xbox
They call me Teddy pin her down she still gone try and f*ck me even when if I'm dead and underground
Every time she walk it make all different types of sound I'm just glad I'm outta town
Need a bad bitch take her down, can you make it if I'm down
Girl you better stop playing around
Found a bad bitch from outta town
What
Sumo, baby
You hear me
What
That nigga broke, he a lame, he ain't never did shit
I was sittin' on the block with a Glock on my dick
I'm a roadrunner, nigga, I be gettin' to the money
I got bitches in my DMs always askin' me what's funny
She like, Sumo, what you doin'? She like, can I come through
Baby, I don't know, I'm just tryna f*ck you
It's a one-stop shop, lil' baby, get it rollin
We can hit the road as soon as niggas done trollin
Yeah, yeah, we can hit the road, bae
Yeah, we can hit the road, bae, like I'm goin' to a show
VVS diamonds sittin' everywhere it go
I don't give a f*ck, nigga, what you tryna do
Put a bag on your head, nigga, yeah
Yeah, put a bag on your head and your CEO too
I'm the CEO, I only make boss moves
Niggas say he got straight, it was dog food
Yeah, you cute, but your friend kinda bad too
How much do I pay just to
Alright, how much do you need just to let me f*ck both of y'all
The whole gang gon'
My niggas gon' slide, all I need to make is one call
They call me Mr.Slime her out
I'm the type of nigga jump right up on your couch
Y'all niggas claimin' y'all a plug, y'all ain't got a ounce
Every time that she walk, she can make her ass bounce
Chicken boy takin' over, we gon' make it out
Bend it over, touch your toes, then stick that ass out
If it ain't about the money, then what the shit about
If you ain't suckin' dick, then you need to close your mouth
Yeah, you know how chicken boys finna do, nigga
We finna take over nah, for real
It's all summer, Our will
I swear to God, huh
It's the chicken boy summer, oh, he died with bummer
I thought he was a gunner, but his boys turned to' gunna
Thought that boy was flippin' packs, man, that boy is just a runner
Man, that boy smokin' with the wax and the funnel
Slimeboytae - Chyper (feat. Teddy Wickk, Sumo 4SG & Big Shug) Lyrics
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THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED
Why don't you get the f*ck off my Xbox
They call me Teddy pin her down she still gone try and f*ck me even when if I'm dead and underground
Every time she walk it make all different types of sound I'm just glad I'm outta town
Need a bad bitch take her down, can you make it if I'm down
Girl you better stop playing around
Found a bad bitch from outta town
What
Sumo, baby
You hear me
What
That nigga broke, he a lame, he ain't never did shit
I was sittin' on the block with a Glock on my dick
I'm a roadrunner, nigga, I be gettin' to the money
I got bitches in my DMs always askin' me what's funny
She like, Sumo, what you doin'? She like, can I come through
Baby, I don't know, I'm just tryna f*ck you
It's a one-stop shop, lil' baby, get it rollin
We can hit the road as soon as niggas done trollin
Yeah, yeah, we can hit the road, bae
Yeah, we can hit the road, bae, like I'm goin' to a show
VVS diamonds sittin' everywhere it go
I don't give a f*ck, nigga, what you tryna do
Put a bag on your head, nigga, yeah
Yeah, put a bag on your head and your CEO too
I'm the CEO, I only make boss moves
Niggas say he got straight, it was dog food
Yeah, you cute, but your friend kinda bad too
How much do I pay just to
Alright, how much do you need just to let me f*ck both of y'all
The whole gang gon'
My niggas gon' slide, all I need to make is one call
They call me Mr.Slime her out
I'm the type of nigga jump right up on your couch
Y'all niggas claimin' y'all a plug, y'all ain't got a ounce
Every time that she walk, she can make her ass bounce
Chicken boy takin' over, we gon' make it out
Bend it over, touch your toes, then stick that ass out
If it ain't about the money, then what the shit about
If you ain't suckin' dick, then you need to close your mouth
Yeah, you know how chicken boys finna do, nigga
We finna take over nah, for real
It's all summer, Our will
I swear to God, huh
It's the chicken boy summer, oh, he died with bummer
I thought he was a gunner, but his boys turned to' gunna
Thought that boy was flippin' packs, man, that boy is just a runner
Man, that boy smokin' with the wax and the funnel
Why don't you get the f*ck off my Xbox
They call me Teddy pin her down she still gone try and f*ck me even when if I'm dead and underground
Every time she walk it make all different types of sound I'm just glad I'm outta town
Need a bad bitch take her down, can you make it if I'm down
Girl you better stop playing around
Found a bad bitch from outta town
What
Sumo, baby
You hear me
What
That nigga broke, he a lame, he ain't never did shit
I was sittin' on the block with a Glock on my dick
I'm a roadrunner, nigga, I be gettin' to the money
I got bitches in my DMs always askin' me what's funny
She like, Sumo, what you doin'? She like, can I come through
Baby, I don't know, I'm just tryna f*ck you
It's a one-stop shop, lil' baby, get it rollin
We can hit the road as soon as niggas done trollin
Yeah, yeah, we can hit the road, bae
Yeah, we can hit the road, bae, like I'm goin' to a show
VVS diamonds sittin' everywhere it go
I don't give a f*ck, nigga, what you tryna do
Put a bag on your head, nigga, yeah
Yeah, put a bag on your head and your CEO too
I'm the CEO, I only make boss moves
Niggas say he got straight, it was dog food
Yeah, you cute, but your friend kinda bad too
How much do I pay just to
Alright, how much do you need just to let me f*ck both of y'all
The whole gang gon'
My niggas gon' slide, all I need to make is one call
They call me Mr.Slime her out
I'm the type of nigga jump right up on your couch
Y'all niggas claimin' y'all a plug, y'all ain't got a ounce
Every time that she walk, she can make her ass bounce
Chicken boy takin' over, we gon' make it out
Bend it over, touch your toes, then stick that ass out
If it ain't about the money, then what the shit about
If you ain't suckin' dick, then you need to close your mouth
Yeah, you know how chicken boys finna do, nigga
We finna take over nah, for real
It's all summer, Our will
I swear to God, huh
It's the chicken boy summer, oh, he died with bummer
I thought he was a gunner, but his boys turned to' gunna
Thought that boy was flippin' packs, man, that boy is just a runner
Man, that boy smokin' with the wax and the funnel
Writer: Tae Folley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid