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letra de slee - hansum homie

[hook: hansum homie]
everybody in the club hoppin’ on my d
all the b-tches swarmin’ ’round me cause i’m v.i.p
if you feelin’ thirsty come and grab a drink on me
party ’bout to explode on 1, 2, 3

[verse 1: hansum homie]
run all over the world, tryin’ to tie down my girl
i be stealin’ your squad, while i’m f-cking your girl
i be looking around, while my beat hits the ground
got a hella good sound, hit me with another round
we be looking like a bunch of g’s riding around in my memory
slappin’ all the b-tches, please why don’t you go instead of me
k!llin’ all the rappers, swear they never gonna get at me
f-cking all your b-tches, yeah your girl is giving head to me
slee!

[verse 2: diz-e loaf]
(diz-e loaf!)
i’m where it’s at, hats off catch a pussy cat
all bets off you can tell me by my tats
wallet game rick ross, money so fat
take it to the break into a pussy on the mat
i’m all that, and a kitchen sink, and a bag of chips
quicker than you niggas think, got her doin’ flips on my sack
yeah, i’ma bring it all back, i’m in love with the front
but sometimes a nigga need a little -ss, yeah and my b-tch between the sheets
my d-ck between her cheeks, air between her feet
oh, yeah, another round of bottles on me
more sluts on me, more b-tts, yes please
it’s a thug orgy, pour up on me
what’s up baby? we gon’ f-ck you’ll see
walk up in the buildin’ all the hands up to the ceilin’
got the b-tches all up feelin’ on my squealin’ on my peelin’
outta tire rubber burnin’ like the midnight oil
toil in the soil, til’ a niggas skin boil
champagne river runnin’ all up on my shoulders
feel the pain in your liver come and hit you like boulders
swear i’m 21 man not a day older
niggas gettin’ bolder, no ghetto soldiers
got the nine in the whip, shorten life extended clip
i got a elephant d-ck, so the b-tch don’t forget
“ooooohhhh”
i never leave the club cause my room upstairs
she got a belly full of bub, i got ribs to spare
if you don’t know where we at, if you don’t know what to do
just wait and see, cause we the mother f-ckers screamin’

[both in sync]
slee motherf-cker, slee motherf-cker, slee!

[verse 3: hansum homie]
lookin’ fresh like veggies at a farmers mart
i said the reggies in the buildin’ coming in like sharks
going crazy on a homie, shooting out like darts
got your b-tch on a leash, gon’ take her to the park
lookin’ down on a brother while he smokin’ his weed
turn my head to another while he plantin’ his seed
headin’ out in the city, gotta stay pg
hop up in the club pg-13
money is my name, f-cking women that’s my game
i seem a little tame til’ i’m caught up with my fame
hop up in a plane, no cash, no gain, not fast, get lame, get -ss, c-m stain
all the homies on the corner gonna hate, but you if you give ’em satisfaction they never abate
got ’em crying to their mommas, it’s so funny make it great
drop a couple bars, only a few i make ’em wait
my lines made of fire, don’t you ever ever touch
a nigga gonna get burnt if he don’t step up on the clutch
your girl bowin’ down cause she know she ready to f-ck
you know i’m doin’ you a favor, you said “thank you very much,” b-tch!

- hansum homie

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