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letra de sloppy seconds - big xshon, yung dul (eng)

[chorus: big xshon & yung dul]
aye, aye
f-cking on this hoe sideways, she gimme sloppy toppy
she a virgin from the jump, but now her p-ssy poppy
yeah that p-ssy poppy, i’m in there real deep and they can’t f-cking stop me
feeling like the sh-t and you know i’m feelin’ c-cky
knock that p-ssy out cause you know i’m like rocky
aye, rocky top b-tch, i get head at the mini dome
coach watts getting mad as sh-t, he blowin’ up my f-cking phone
i just want to be left alone
[verse 1: big xshon & yung dul]
you know my bag gucci, shirt is vlone
f-ck a bad b-tch and you know she gon’ groan
stupid ass boy ain’t got no chromosomes
like jay z, i’m definitely in my zone
outlet mall shoppin’, got new balance on my feet
number six, goin back to back with the miami hеat
two years passed, d-wayne wadе became dwayne wade
hit up my boy evan if you ever wanna f-cking fade
whole gang deep at capone’s
pull up real fly like a f-cking drone
i’m going psycho like i’m post malone
if you ever wanna f-ck, pull up to the dome

[verse 2: big xshon & yung dul]
hungry as f-ck, pull up to the main meal
just took his b-tch, you know that’s a steal
get that p-ssy wet like a motherf-cking seal
got that fake ass chain, you know that sh-t ain’t real
and i throw it down, oneal
corner shot, bradley beal
in the all-black automobile
jesus please take the wheel
p-ssy tight and it squeal
beat the case, no appeal
perc-30, that’s my pill
tryna netflix and chill
[chorus: big xshon & yung dul]
f-cking on this hoe sideways, she gimme sloppy toppy
she a virgin from the jump, but now her p-ssy poppy
yeah that p-ssy poppy, i’m in there real deep and they can’t f-cking stop me
feeling like the sh-t and you know i’m feelin’ c-cky
knock that p-ssy out cause you know i’m like rocky
aye, rocky top b-tch, i get head at the mini dome (yuh)
coach watts getting mad as sh-t, he blowin’ up my f-cking phone
i just want to be left alone (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: lil djp]
she give me sloppy toppy in a maserati (what, what)
you n-ggas not original, you see me, then you copy (aye, yuh, yuh)
yeah, santa clause, got 3 hoes on me, they all been naughty (uh, uh)
i don’t mess with rudolph no more, i deliver in a bugatti (yeah, yeah)
ak47 kevin 11, gon’ put that lil boy into a pack (whoo, whoo)
imma go buy a yacht, then make it a cruise, my life cody and zack (aye, yuh)
i put in work, you just slack (yuh)
call up the gang, you’re under attack (yuh)
dj the best, i think that’s a fact (uh)
you get sloppy seconds, i hit from the back, eugh (uh, uh)
feel like xshon, chasing the money like i’m running track (yuh, uh, uh)
in the club, throwing ones but i’m throwing racks (yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
shopping spree, let’s get gucci and walk into saks (ayy, uh)
since i blew up, i’m the one that they turn they backs on (yeah, yeah, uh)
yeah, imma get through it (uh, yuh)
keeping it pushing, i don’t got no limit (yeah)
n-ggas hating on me, but i get paid and i’m winning (yeah, yeah)
i feel like the joker, sit back, relax, and a n-gga still grinning (ayy, yuh)
i do not want that girl, her kitty stank and she look like a gremlin (what, what, what, huh)

- big xshon yung dul eng

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