Slicin Lyrics Foogiano & Gucci Mane

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Slicin Lyrics Foogiano
Slicin Lyrics Foogiano

Song:– Slicin

Singer:– Foogiano & Gucci Mane

Album:– Gutta Baby: Reloaded

Producer:– Johnny Loomin

Written:– Gucci Mane, Foogiano & Johnny Loomin

Slicin Lyrics Foogiano & Gucci Mane

[Intro: Foogiano]
Need my motherfuckin’— hmm-mmm
Oh, that though (Oh)
Yeah, nigga (‘Wop, ‘Wop)
Spice

[Chorus: Foogiano]
Bad bitch with some Louis V sandals (Bad)
I Christian Louboutin my pedal, it red like the devil (Like the devil)
They call up in Georgia, but I’m in Miami (What?)
Smokin’ rocks and ridin’ in a Gucci sweater (Yeah, in a sweater)
That bitch in the Bezel, she told me her nigga fuck her good (Ice)
But she think I can fuck her better (Fuck her better)
A G like the letter, he say he a boss (A G)
But that nigga a Ronald, that nigga a helper (Hе a helper)
She say that shе love me, because I quadruple the price
And I bag good, just like Bobby (Just like Bobby)
Ain’t nothin’ like them other lil’ niggas that be holdin’ crutches
Fake trappin’, pocketwatchin’ (Pocket watch)
I told Pooh he must be my brother, but call him some sloppy
My killers in Minnesota and they violent (Violent)
Tell her get your big cash, you’re dockin’, you know I’ma slice
She gon’ get the dick, ’cause I ain’t biased (I ain’t biased)

[Verse 1: Foogiano]
Met that lil’ bitch in Miami
We’re drivin’ a Camry, told her she gon’ leave her family, yeah
Told her that I’m more player than Kenny
And fresher than Mason, told me she like the way that I be dancin’
Told me she wanna do dinner
I took her to Pizza Hut, I don’t really do the fancy (No)
Told her “You know I’ma beat it up
You gotta eat it up, baby girl, I want it nasty” (Uh)
Told me these diamonds that make her wet
When I smile, make ’em sweat (Ice, ice), have her screamin’ like a [?]
Told me that you gotta be the best
[?] don’t do the set, better make me call your daddy
Had the ho’ sister hook up with Pat
Other girl gave a quick, we fold ’em all, just like gymnastics
Fuckin’ on Gucci sheets, make a man put the dick in her chest
Said “Anytime, boy, you can have it”

[Chorus: Foogiano & Gucci Mane]
Bad bitch with some Louis V sandals (Bad)
I Christian Louboutin my pedal, it red like the devil (Like the devil)
They call up in Georgia, but I’m in Miami (What?)
Smokin’ rocks and ridin’ in a Gucci sweater (Yeah, in a sweater)
That bitch in the Bezel, she told me her nigga fuck her good (Ice)
But she think I can fuck her better (Fuck her better)
A G like the letter, he say he a boss (A G)
But that nigga a Ronald, that nigga a helper (He a helper)
She say that she love me, because I quadruple the price
And I bag good, just like Bobby (Just like Bobby)
Ain’t nothin’ like them other lil’ niggas that be holdin’ crutches
Fake trappin’, pocketwatchin’ (Pocket watch)
I told Pooh he must be my brother, but call him some sloppy
My killers in Minnesota and they violent (Violent)
Tell her get your big cash, you’re dockin’, you know I’ma slice
She gon’ get the dick, ’cause I ain’t biased (Go)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Free Foo’ the mayor, Gucci the player
I’m like Tom Brady, I’m still in the game (Brady)
Know that these haters pour salt on my name
Don’t pay it no mind, it come with the fame (I’m famous)
Now I got equity, plenty integrity
Str-Straight from the hood, but now I’m a celebrity (‘Wop)
As soon as you comin’, like I got telepathy
Groupie had bitches, ask questions, like Jeopardy (Ho’)
Hate that he snitchin’, but he a civilian
Got on a Richard, but it ain’t the real one (No case)
When we signed Foo’, we gave him a million
We gon’ send shots at women and children (Free Foo’)
I’m with the Indians, scarin’ the pilgrims
I’m in a rase, I’m chasin’ a billion (Well, damn)
Call up the rebels, we stormin’ the buildin’
Young nigga drillin’, I know the feelin’

[Chorus: Foogiano]
Bad bitch with some Louis V sandals (Bad)
I Christian Louboutin my pedal, it red like the devil (Like the devil)
They call up in Georgia, but I’m in Miami (What?)
Smokin’ rocks and ridin’ in a Gucci sweater (Yeah, in a sweater)
That bitch in the Bezel, she told me her nigga fuck her good (Ice)
But she think I can fuck her better (Fuck her better)
A G like the letter, he say he a boss (A G)
But that nigga a Ronald, that nigga a helper (He a helper)
She say that she love me, because I quadruple the price
And I bag good, just like Bobby (Just like Bobby)
Ain’t nothin’ like them other lil’ niggas that be holdin’ crutches
Fake trappin’, pocketwatchin’ (Pocket watch)
I told Pooh he must be my brother, but call him some sloppy
My killers in Minnesota and they violent (Violent)
Tell her get your big cash, you’re dockin’, you know I’ma slice
She gon’ get it big, ’cause I ain’t biased (I ain’t biased)

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