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slopps freestyle - slopps lyrics

[intro]

homie jason, let’s rip it, hahaa.. yo!
yo follow me on instagram
@sloppyjoeee with three e’s you know what i’m saying?
i hit my mama last week.. yo! ([?] f-ck your b-tch)

[verse]

comin’ straight off the dome like i always do
got your b-tch at my crib watching scooby-doo
said she wanna f-ck me i said, “okay when?”
then i glanced at that b-tch she got a double chin (uh-uh, b-tch)
i ain’t finna f-ck
yeah she wanna suck
yeah she wanna f-ck
yeah she get on her knees for a blunt
yeah that b-tch dirty
yeah yo’ b-tch dirty
i p-ssed it to my crew
yeah we keep that sh-t flirty (very nice)
young boy sloppy joe in the f-150
all these b-tches wanna f-ck me ‘cuz they heard i’m filthy (rich)
filthy rich
got a filthy b-tch
got a filthy clique
yeah my d-ck
yeah my d-ck ain’t filthy b-tch
i know everything real
i know real got that steal
i know he be like sinis
did i forget to mention
young sloppy joe, i hit your b-tch and move past
young sloppy joe, i hit your b-tch and e-
vacuated from the buildin’
me and all my millions
and i got some children
and i call them b-tches minions (woo!)
what the f-ck it got to do if it ain’t bout money (woo!)
what the f-ck it got to do if it ain’t’ bout my honey (woo, woo, woo, woo, wooo!)
i know b-tches wanna talk
man they do it every day
i know n-ggas wanna hate
man they do it anyway
i know b-tches wanna f-ck me from rome, italy, and ny
why the f-ck would i lie?
b-tch, you saw my bank account
you know i got that sh-t movin’
and i got that dance
call me emperor’s new groovin’ (woo!)
b-tches wanna f-ck me man i say that every time
i hit it from the back
and she said she felt it from her side (wooooo!)
i’m dirty on the d-mn beat
young sloppy joe
white girls drink skeet (glug-glug)
why the f-ck we even chit-chat
you tic-tac
you got a f-ckin’ shrimp d-ck
you b-tch bore, you back-back (woo!)
oh! did i mention
i feel like filmin’
’bout to make us f-ckin’ millions
yeah i got some haters
they ain’t in my twitter mentions
yeah, young miles sleepin’ like he in detention
i be goin’ off the dome
i be doin’ sh-t right
i be movin’ f-cking slow
like i drank dirty sprite
everybody wanna know
young sloppy, doe, is tight
i know everybody rappin’ but
not like mike
b-tch, i’m eatin’ on her ear
like my name is mike tys’
what the f-ck we shootin’ for
if we ain’t gamble dice
everybody rap, hold up
everybody trap, hold up
everybody slang weed
everybody wack, i know (wooooo!)
sh-t comin’ easy that’s when its fake
everybody wanna make a mil but they may (woo!)
why the f-ck i’m on fire, uh
your b-tch ask me if i hire, d-mn!

[outro]

nuh-uh b-tch you know get at me at my instagram: @sloppyjoee with three e’s.. uhh, snapchat: @sloppyjoeee with three e’s you know what i’m saying i hit my mama last weekend. i’ll do it again if you get at my nerves, bah!

- slopps lyrics

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