Ray Jr. - Sloppy (Remix) lyrics

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Ray Jr. - Sloppy (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ray Jr.] Sloppy, sloppy, I'm leavin' here sloppy Sloppy, sloppy, I'm leavin' here sloppy Sloppy, sloppy, I'm leavin' here sloppy Came to the club sober, but I'm leavin' here sloppy [Hook: Ray Jr.] Sippin'- sippin' on rossi chillin' with my posse Came to the club sober, but I'm leavin' here sloppy Sloppy, sloppy, I'm leavin' here sloppy Came to the club sober, but I'm leavin' here sloppy [Verse 1: Ray Jr.] Uh, sippin' on rossi (Hold up, this the remix) Legit paper ballers, tell 'em play some defense I'm Ray Jr. from the Land, I'm in the club with them bands Damn homie, this your girl? Then why my hands in her pants? In EC where they murk sh**, I preach two 'em don't hurt sh** She ain't pregnant by me, cause I was there when she birthed it Start bangin' that E-40, two girls with the B Mo They ain't givin' up that kimo, I jet from 'em like Tebow Liter of Ciroc, red cup of that rossi Mix 'em both together and she gon' do the posse Legit paper my team, I know them n***as got me We never home 'em when we leave the club sloppy And I'm gone [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] While they in a big body, the top garage-y Chopped at 'em bad ho, meet me in the lobby Hotel rockin', hotel poppin Shawty got that wet-wet, yeah she got that sloppy When I leave the club, yeah you know I'm sloppy Then I f** your girl and make her girl watch me She could teriyaki, shrimp shish kebob Then she be like, "Give my sister some!" And my belt buckle from Louis Voutton When I walk in I tell 'em to give me some ones And I get me a b**h and she take off my ones But she bustin' it open, so she comin' with us [Hook] [Verse 3: Ducky Smallz] Red Solo cup's full, I don't f** with styro Red Solo cup's full, I don't f** with styro King of this Rossi sh**, check my f**in' bio Started on the clair then I swagged out Ohio [Verse 4: Big Sean] Okay, pull up, pull up, I pull up clean Swear I pop out, wow, I stand up, lean Cause I'm throwed, still pourin' up Takin' body shots out her double D cups Woah, woah, West side pimpin' Everything paid for except the b**h I'm rentin' That's yours, sloppy, barely comprehendin' While she top me, head up in my lap just kinda kissin' my Lord, look at all that, what money could do Never paid these hoes, just family induced Slick, twistin' up my fingers with my Detroit crew Talk stupid, now your a** is on the Detroit news(undefined) Little b**h, yup [Hook]