Slayed Prod (Ft. Lil Tecca)

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[Pre-Chorus: Prod]
Ooh, yeah, callin' on my name, she don't know me, yeah
Please don't call my phone, I'm off the Codeine
Always on my dick like she the police, yeah
Wanna bring a friend, she like four deep

[Chorus: Prod]
All these hoes gettin' slayed, damn
Molly on her tongue, she don't play, damn
I don't wan' fuck, give me face, damn
If I'm gon' fuck, leave her face down

[Verse 1: Prod]
Ridin' 'round your block with that tre pound
They don't come outside, tell 'em "Stay down"
If they come outside it's a playground
'Cause all my niggas shootin' like they Ray, now, yeah
All my niggas got it off the hit, damn
You can get robbed for your chips, damn
You can get robbed for your bitch, yeah
Pass it to my bro, that's an assist, yeah
All net, that's a swish, yeah
Shoot or shoot like the gym, yeah
Mix the juice with the gin, yeah

[Chorus: Prod]
All these hoes gettin' slayed, damn
Molly on her tongue, she don't play, damn
I don't wan' fuck, give me face, damn
If I'm gon' fuck, leave her face down
All these hoes gettin' slayed, damn
Molly on her tongue, she don't play, damn
I don't wan' fuck, give me face, damn
If I'm gon' fuck, leave her face down

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