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• Artiste: T-Shyne
• Titre: Sloppy Tuna
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[Hook: Hefna Gwap] Ain't nobody wakin up Because ain't nobody sleep You don't need no chase wit us Hella gas lit in the ashtray wit us Hella gas lit in the ashtray wit us It's Friday night No empty room Matafact it's Saturday mornin Its 4am and ain't nobody snorning Bottles popped And the mirrors clouded Hella shots Last night must of been a party (Agh yea) Now I'm runnin threw tha field Wit all these white bitches Feelin like a young OJ Nigga tryna cut em (Ugh huh) No Ice, keep it neat No pipes, for the tree Straight blunts as she roll anotha 40 (Agh yea) And ya know jus exactly what she wants Gotta give her that dope Take control of that body [Verse 1: Hefna Gwap] Now they done let the wrong dick by that wet I was so drunk, heard I knocked the same bitch again Maine whats wrong with Fukin two friends Cuz damn these hamptons hoes be on thick Yea she be fealin A nigga like that And she be fealin them niggas that's trap Now whats 2 shots, I need bops Be tryna stick somethin, then let the crew pop (Get that) Memories of the memory (Ohhhp Ohhhp) Hit the beach, tats lookin clean T I know that you remember, that's that bitch in all that pink From seven eleven, leavin sloppy tuna was a dream (you know it) Them and me run trains like centipedes (Yup yup yup) Gurneys breeze Pour it on some cheeks (Get em open) Bet I know just exactly what she wants I'mma give her that But if she sleep, where her sister at [Hook] [Verse 2: T-Shyne] We out at Gurneys chillen on the beach Me and hef took a hood nigga brought him to the east White girl cookin I ain't payin for no feast She wanna pay for the dick I whipped it out she like sheeze I'm a pimp see my name up on a blimp You can find me up at Cyril's probably eatin on some shimp Shorty talking a lot she give me mad lip When I pull it out she start soundin like my Ad-libs T-Shyne you a Luna Eclipse You want women thank god sloppy tuna exist We spent a turnt night at the memory motel And if them hoes tell, fuck it nigga oh well Young magician got a get ho spell When them bitches see me bet they pussy start to propel (to me) I'm the muthafuckin king of the hamptons Bad bitch make my dick slang in her mansion