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WORDS SLURRD Video (MV)




Performed By: Ysm Kooley
Language: English
Length: 1:40
Written by: S Davis




Ysm Kooley - WORDS SLURRD Lyrics
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Barely sip so I be leanin' off a ounce (a ounce)
Got my words slurred, this shit make it hard for me to pronounce
I ain't talkin' bout no weed, you ever sold a brick or pound?
Where the f*ck these niggas money at? (Where)
Must don't know how to count
Nigga starving ain't got nothin
I feel sorry for lil' buddy
Tap that glizzy' we make mama throw a party for lil' buddy (a party)
This a Honda 2door civic, when I park it know I'm clutching
Wanna be my bitch no we not "Bag & Ari" we just f*cking
Do a 360 with the switchy'
Show you how to slang that button, family f*ckin' with the opps
Aye lil' bro, go spank my cousin
In the field with no equipment on, like I'm playin' rugby
Made ten thousand off that minute phone
Came from sellin' puppies
Yea, made a thousand off that minute phone
It came from selling puppies
Where yo money ?
Aye, I run on some dog shit
Know I got em all sick, yeah
Type of money have your bitch jumpin' out her draws quick
Nigga play, I'ma freestyle your bedroom window with this bump stock
Bitch wanna have my baby, in your mouth that where this cum dropped
Raised him like my son, he traded, so I'ma give my son shot
Know your bitch ass ain't on shit, you ain't got your gun cocked
Im on demon time ain't got a heart
Better run I make that chopper spark
Stupid, you ain't know a 308 knock off yo body part (yeen know)
F*cked that hoe so many times, I caught a Charlie horse
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English

Barely sip so I be leanin' off a ounce (a ounce)
Got my words slurred, this shit make it hard for me to pronounce
I ain't talkin' bout no weed, you ever sold a brick or pound?
Where the f*ck these niggas money at? (Where)
Must don't know how to count
Nigga starving ain't got nothin
I feel sorry for lil' buddy
Tap that glizzy' we make mama throw a party for lil' buddy (a party)
This a Honda 2door civic, when I park it know I'm clutching
Wanna be my bitch no we not "Bag & Ari" we just f*cking
Do a 360 with the switchy'
Show you how to slang that button, family f*ckin' with the opps
Aye lil' bro, go spank my cousin
In the field with no equipment on, like I'm playin' rugby
Made ten thousand off that minute phone
Came from sellin' puppies
Yea, made a thousand off that minute phone
It came from selling puppies
Where yo money ?
Aye, I run on some dog shit
Know I got em all sick, yeah
Type of money have your bitch jumpin' out her draws quick
Nigga play, I'ma freestyle your bedroom window with this bump stock
Bitch wanna have my baby, in your mouth that where this cum dropped
Raised him like my son, he traded, so I'ma give my son shot
Know your bitch ass ain't on shit, you ain't got your gun cocked
Im on demon time ain't got a heart
Better run I make that chopper spark
Stupid, you ain't know a 308 knock off yo body part (yeen know)
F*cked that hoe so many times, I caught a Charlie horse
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Writer: S Davis
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