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Channy P - SLEEKS Lyrics



Channy P - SLEEKS Lyrics
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Talk 'bout body that hit, talk bout body that
They wanna body that heesh, they wanna style on my knees
They wanna get it for frees', they wanna throw it like Breeze
They wanna style on my knees, they was like bees with the keys
They was like...
Robberies is what I see boy, it's like robberies
Tucked in baby like freak, I got a fire-ring, bam!
Y'all mo'f*cka want collard green, damn
Y'all of collard greens, poppin' your colony
Y'all want a college degree, check!
Shit, you want the new color?
I started golden green
Who the f*ck brought it back?
That was that older G
That was that older me
They want the new style, I got it in the tuck
They want that new wild, I got it in the hut
F*ck around I got it in the huddle
They wanna talk like I get it, talk bout how I
Run a mouth, run your tears, boy you run your puddles
Run your mouth, imma run it up, that's how we run it out
That's how we do it, boy, we gon' run it up and we gon run it out
Swear, hello
Talking 'bout it, boy, I'm livin', boy I'm livin' bout it
Boy I'm livin' out it, boy I'm livin' bout it
They no fun without it, they just whiff about it
They don't win without it, they be feeling 'bout it
They be thinking bout it, I be feeling 'bout it
I be feeling 'bout it, I be feeling 'bout it
I be feeling 'bout it, I be winning Hana
F*ck around they ain't staying honest
Straight off the topic like Hannibal
Tatum the topic like Danibals
They want my sun, and like, they want me off of the cannibal
They want me striving like Danibal
They want me sick, no frick, no ride em round, Danimals
I don't f*ck round, boy, I'm talkin' bout Hannibal
They don't talk 'bout him, boy, I'm talkin' bout battle O
Talk 'bout a cantaloupe, huhhh
Mo'f*cka can't elope, f*ck wit a bit I don't pan a note
I want a tatted hoe, they wanna tat a hoe
F*ck they want a round with a tatted hoe
F*ck around baby I'm mad at Lowe
F*ck y'all thinkin' I'm big rat, this is Rapatouille
Thinking that I'm that big rat, they don't Rapatoulle
Mic drop, you want that 'oh shit'
Drop that shit like Oceans
Drop that itch no potions
F*ck with ish no Ko-shin's
Baby yo start that shit, wassup
I don't think Kirko could even go feel this hitta go bang
I don't think Kirko could go even go feel this hitta bang
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Talk 'bout body that hit, talk bout body that
They wanna body that heesh, they wanna style on my knees
They wanna get it for frees', they wanna throw it like Breeze
They wanna style on my knees, they was like bees with the keys
They was like...
Robberies is what I see boy, it's like robberies
Tucked in baby like freak, I got a fire-ring, bam!
Y'all mo'f*cka want collard green, damn
Y'all of collard greens, poppin' your colony
Y'all want a college degree, check!
Shit, you want the new color?
I started golden green
Who the f*ck brought it back?
That was that older G
That was that older me
They want the new style, I got it in the tuck
They want that new wild, I got it in the hut
F*ck around I got it in the huddle
They wanna talk like I get it, talk bout how I
Run a mouth, run your tears, boy you run your puddles
Run your mouth, imma run it up, that's how we run it out
That's how we do it, boy, we gon' run it up and we gon run it out
Swear, hello
Talking 'bout it, boy, I'm livin', boy I'm livin' bout it
Boy I'm livin' out it, boy I'm livin' bout it
They no fun without it, they just whiff about it
They don't win without it, they be feeling 'bout it
They be thinking bout it, I be feeling 'bout it
I be feeling 'bout it, I be feeling 'bout it
I be feeling 'bout it, I be winning Hana
F*ck around they ain't staying honest
Straight off the topic like Hannibal
Tatum the topic like Danibals
They want my sun, and like, they want me off of the cannibal
They want me striving like Danibal
They want me sick, no frick, no ride em round, Danimals
I don't f*ck round, boy, I'm talkin' bout Hannibal
They don't talk 'bout him, boy, I'm talkin' bout battle O
Talk 'bout a cantaloupe, huhhh
Mo'f*cka can't elope, f*ck wit a bit I don't pan a note
I want a tatted hoe, they wanna tat a hoe
F*ck they want a round with a tatted hoe
F*ck around baby I'm mad at Lowe
F*ck y'all thinkin' I'm big rat, this is Rapatouille
Thinking that I'm that big rat, they don't Rapatoulle
Mic drop, you want that 'oh shit'
Drop that shit like Oceans
Drop that itch no potions
F*ck with ish no Ko-shin's
Baby yo start that shit, wassup
I don't think Kirko could even go feel this hitta go bang
I don't think Kirko could go even go feel this hitta bang
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Writer: Chandler Paulsen
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Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Chandler Paulsen

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