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addey - 44 (bonus track) lyrics

[intro]
slatt, ouu, slatt, ay, slatt
ay, yah, slatt, ouu, slatt, ay, slatt
yo, we ’bout to just go dummy with this sh-t man
we just f-cking around with this sh-t
yo, crazy joe!
slatt, ouu, slatt, ay
sliggity-slimes, they slatt
sliggity-slimes, they slatt
sliggity-slimes, they slatt

[verse]
sliggity-slimes, they slatt
come get yo’ b-tch ’cause she all on my back
i hit that b-tch from the back and i rip out her tracks
n-ggas be mad, yeah they moving like max
he want a feature from me, then he getting a tax
yo’ bitty b-tch eating me like a snack
me and my n-ggas gon’ book him like end of a mac
finger that b-tch and it’s sounding like mac
i got a shooter, he came with a ruler
shoot like he curry and hit ya’ medulla
i’m diving deep in that p-ssy like scuba
got all the ice, now i need a new jeweler
she show me something new just like a tutor
i am a winner, that boy is a loser
hop in a sp-ce coupe like back to the future
shots to his brain gave that n-gga a tumor
bad b-tch, i swear i can’t lose her
bad b-tch, she working at hooters
these n-ggas be clowns, yeah, they filled up with humor
these n-ggas my kids, yeah, these n-ggas my juniors
f-ck all the haters and full all the rumors
my chain so icy, keep it in a cooler
f-ck on a cougar, throw her in a uber
came from the bottom, we came from the sewer
he say that he a rebel, he say that he rowdy
but that n-gga p-ssy, talk sh-t from computers
i’m rocking white tees and also wife beaters
but n-gga i promise i do not abuse her
that n-gga’s a fake, that n-gga’s a snake, yah, watch how a n-gga manuever
that n-gga’s a fake, that n-gga’s a snake, yah, watch how a n-gga remove ’em, yah
diamonds bright so you can’t overlook ’em
she know i’m crazy so shawty don’t push it
got a new foreign, don’t know where to put it
she say she love me, missed me with the bullsh-t
i said that sh-t is mine so i took it
hit that boy with the heat, tryna cook ’em
you know we mobbing deep, we all up in the streets
when that n-gga see us he a shook one
we all up in yo’ house, f-ck yo’ spouse on the couch
in the kitchen we taking yo’ sugar
hit that b-tch from the back, she addicted to crack
she be eating that sh-t like it’s sugar
i can’t wife that lil’ b-tch, she belong to the streets
got me thinking that b-tch is a hooker
man i got all the drugs, man i got all the slugs
man i got all the plugs and the hookups
when she deepthroat my d-ck, she be taking a break
she say addey i just got the hiccups
i done gave her good d-ck, now she blow up my phone
she say addey why you never pick up
b-tch i can’t pick up ’cause i’m on the come up
he can’t beat me ’cause i’m always one up
and i f-ck on that b-tch ’til the sun up
if that n-gga run up then he done up

[outro]
um, addey, yah, addey, yah, addey, yah
slatt, ouu, slatt, ouu, slatt
yo, crazy joe!
shoutout crazy joe for the beat
44 sh-t, whole lotta gang sh-t
best rapper in queens
hm, yeah

- addey lyrics

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