
too slippery - bossman dlow lyrics
[chorus: bossman dlow & luh tyler]
i’m mr. too slippery n*gga
i’m wit’ the f*ckin’ sharks, you wit’ the fishes n*gga
hop straight out the bentley, i’m the biggest n*gga
caution sign on my neck, sh*t a sixty n*gga
yeah, i’m mr. too skinny n*gga
matter fact call me mr. chase that cheese n*gga
grams on my wrist, sh*t cost like ten g’s n*gga
i feel like bugs, got all these karats on my t**th n*gga
[verse 1: bossman dlow]
windows five percent tinted, can’t even see it’s me
i done missed a couple plays, my sh*t on dnd
put me in the f*ckin’ game, i’m a mvp
take you out that [?], put you in a amg
b*tch i count chicken, she know i’m aroused n*gga
too slippery entertainment, come step in my office n*gga
take a n*gga b*tch, she say ”dlow you be saucy baby”
tired of f*ckin’ wit’ them lames, come f*ck wit’ some bosses baby
she don’t want no puppy, she want a big dog
washed my clothes the other day, found a ten ball
flip phone for the jug, this a throwaway
i’m ridin’ wit’ some shooters, we look like golden state
[chorus: bossman dlow & luh tyler]
i’m mr. too slippery n*gga
i’m wit’ the f*ckin’ sharks, you wit’ the fishes n*gga
hop straight out the bentley, i’m the biggest n*gga
caution sign on my neck, sh*t a sixty n*gga
yeah, i’m mr. too skinny n*gga
matter fact call me mr. chase that cheese n*gga
grams on my wrist, sh*t cost like ten g’s n*gga
i feel like bugs, got all these karats on my t**th n*gga
[verse 2: luh tyler]
in my bag, my pockets deeper than the sea n*gga
you don’t bring nothin’ to the plate then i can’t eat wit’ you
all that sh*t, you do it fake, you just a pretender
they say my flow so cold but i still bring the heat n*gga
beat n*ggas, say i want some bread so they want beef wit’ us
bad bih’, hair and nails done, that sh*t on fleek n*gga
you ain’t f*ck ’cause you ain’t him but she let ski hit her
i’ma run me up that cheese and walk these beats n*gga
[chorus: bossman dlow & luh tyler]
i’m mr. too slippery n*gga
i’m wit’ the f*ckin’ sharks, you wit’ the fishes n*gga
hop straight out the bentley, i’m the biggest n*gga
caution sign on my neck, sh*t a sixty n*gga
yeah, i’m mr. too skinny n*gga
matter fact call me mr. chase that cheese n*gga
grams on my wrist, sh*t cost like ten g’s n*gga
i feel like bugs, got all these karats on my t**th n*gga
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