slimey tay – feelings pt. 2 lyrics
[intro: slimey tay]
quatro dangerous with da bl!ck
[verse 1: slimey tay fr+brazy]
the first time she ain’t let me in it
like the f+ck are you on, tryna leave me waiting
she said, “soon n+gga, you’ll understand it”
she was right, cause that sh+t fire when i hit it
b+tch was playing with me like a fidget
controlling my soul, that b+tch was really winning
sh+t so crazy got me in my feelings
can’t believe one b+tch got me in my feelings
i knew something was wrong she was handling the tequila
i really thought that one b+tch really was a keeper
b+tch got taste she was listing to khalifa
i like how she tastes shе tastes like aquafina
she’s allеrgic to latex so i gave her it raw
i was really waiting for the p+ssy like i was a dog
first time she listens to me she like, “that sh+t is hard”
like i was despite n+gga, i was tryna get it in a car, ayy
that b+tch smert as f+ck she knew my desires
that p+ssy real tight i f+ck her until i was tired
i like, “how the f+ck is that p+ssy for fire?”
she was on her knees like i was her sire
i should of knew that b+tch playing mind games
one thing the truth that b+tch wasn’t lyin’ (wasn’t lyin’)
i never knew that b+tch really like me
probably mad cause her face got my icing, ayy
was i a book to her, or was she a psychic?
one thing i know, that i was filling her up
one thing i know, that she lit at f+ck
one thing that i+
sh+t, b+tch
i met her at a club, i should better
i thought she was perfect she didn’t took no cheddar
she knew bout amg, she know those the letters
she handles the choppa, the p+p+p+pellers
im dirty like sticks i came out of the mud
she on some lotto sh+t, she f+cked the club up
wait, i just remember sum (what?)
i met the bih from the club
[verse 2: fr+brazy]
i told tay, “ye can’t trust n0body from the club”
the club with the ho’s that go to try f+ck up the club
i told tay, “n+gga we have to get it popping”
if a pimple pulls up to the club you know that we will pop it
if you a rat f+cking in the club, we won’t rock with ’em
if jayson calls me at the club to k!ll an opp, we gone have smoke with ’em
don’t tryna f+ck with me when i’m f+ckin’ eating lobster
yeah i f+ck with your ho’ every time i need my d+ck sucked
when a pimple on a hittin’ spree, i’m gone be the oppa stoppa
you know that ho’ gone pray for me, cause she knows that i’m godson
i don’t even want to letters if i get locked up
i don’t even want no get+back if i get popped up
me & tay in the bmw, we be skeetin’
i ate so much p+ssy, still ain’t seasick
i survived a whole fully, i’m undefeated
i will never let a b+tch hurt my feeling
i was just sittin’ at the club, i was just chillin’
thick b+tch pull me up, i’m gonna hit it
i f+cked so many fishes
some were nice and let me add some additions
im goin’ up like woah, woah, woah
my t++th is real fro+o+oze
your b+tch is real co+o+old
don’t ask how i kno+o+ow
i know how its go+o+o
your b+tch is a ho+o+oe
dirty stick gone need some soa+o+op
dirty gone need a+, oh
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