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Ahie, ahie, ahie Pero si tu pides lo tienes Contigo por debajo voy fa O si llevas slouchy te lo qui Porqué a veces conmigo ni hace fa Que te diga
(Vintage) Valentino, Fiorucci Head-to-toe Givenchy, 'venchy Prada, Prada, Miucci, Miucci Rick Owens got the slouchy, slouchy Don't come for me, you're cheugy,
and dirty Don't let him find a slouchy queen have your castle lookin' pretty There's lots of things that you shouldn't do like just as many that you should do
prepare this For why'all, oh well I got a story to tell About a dude I met once, miserable as hell How grouchy he was And how slouchy he was And when
prepare this For why'all, oh well I got a story to tell About a dude I met once, miserable as hell How grouchy he was And how slouchy he was And when
a mask Drippinʼ droplets all day My pussy wear a mask Public hazard, doomsday Pussy caring Pussy not Karen Pussy not grouchy Pussy not slouchy
grew soulless Became a slouchy type of guy, even more than sofas I tried to hold all my pain in, but everybody noticed Thanks to basketball and music, I
on the dash Hundred 50 a half Hitting Petey's up for brunch in the east joking and laughs Been peeping these crabs, no locs i mean the crabs These slouchy cats
my dick extra slouchy Talking all that shit lil boy you know you know about me Talk about my hair is fake lil bitch so is your street cred Yeah lil
lean, got me walkin slouchy If you talkin money, know that I got plenty Had to switch our style, draped my b***h in Fendi Made her wish come true, I
They judged, they back lined like linebackers, yea they huddled. But, what do you know about me. Laid-back but I ain't slouchy. You sleeping on me
tonight Bring us back To when we were eight Life was simple Everything was great Slouchy socks Scrunchy in our hair Sleepovers, eat junk Who cares
ain't really bout shit Fuck up on the bed or I might fuck up on couches I don't like that bitch Because her body really slouchy And that bitch gone eat my
lean, got me walkin slouchy If you talkin money, know that I got plenty Had to switch our style, draped my b***h in Fendi Made her wish come true, I
well I got a story to tell About a dude I met once, miserable as hell How grouchy he was And how slouchy he was And when he talked, you'd smell his
don't feel right Y no entiendes Que yo me Moría por Tus besos A veces Mi amor yo También pienso en eso Tu culo en slouchys Hacía contrapeso Un chulo sin
well I got a story to tell About a dude I met once, miserable as hell How grouchy he was And how slouchy he was And when he talked, you'd smell his
yo me Moría por Tus besos A veces Mi amor yo también pienso en eso Tu culo en slouchys Hacía contrapeso Un chulo sin gucci Viviendo en exceso Tengo
an a yuh win di trophy Cause yaw di best weh ever climb pan tree Swiffer stiffer mi nuh move slouchy She bring another suh mi play boaty Lowkey she wah
i'm Dancing with her Looking back Get nasty with her Looking back She like the act She like my drank Get slouchy with her Looking back Eye do my dance
and stepping through loudly Sit Straight when you talk to me you looking slouchy You should get an Oscar, you trash, and you're grouchy Dudes ain't rats, but
what I'm wearing, you can get the fuck up out my face The fine freaks saying I'm dressing too slouchy for them They want a man that dress like Martell
Makes me sick, ready to flip Pimpin' ain't easy, it's greasy Grimy, slimy, slouchy, sleazy Who the fuck you think you are, mister? Tryin' to pimp some
check and know I fear none I wield words like a weapon Never been a slouchy I'm here to let you know That's how it is and that's how it go Want me
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