SleazyWorld Go’s ‘Sleazy Flow’ Lyrics – Billboard

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SleazyWorld Go broke by means of along with his viral anthem “Sleazy Circulate” earlier in 2022, including Lil Child to the remix in Could, and it subsequently debuted at No. 47 on the Billboard Sizzling 100 in early June.

“I used to be at some extent like, ‘What’s the following transfer?’ I used to be dropping songs [that were] getting views, but it surely was solely getting about 100,000. I used to be at a standstill. I wasn’t going backwards, but it surely wasn’t going up. I bear in mind considering like, ‘What the f–ok do I gotta do to get to that subsequent stage? Yeah, I received followers and 100,000 views, however this sh-t ain’t sufficient,” he beforehand advised Billboard of the observe’s creation. “I’m tryna get into them doorways. I by no means attempt to stick with the identical sh-t. I’m at all times making an attempt to make a brand new sound.”

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He continued, “I arrange the studio session as a result of that sh-t was in my head. I used to be like, ‘I gotta get this music carried out.’ I simply laid down me speaking and I saved taking part in it back-to-back. Then I began rapping on that motherf–ker and it got here out like that.”

For those who want a information to observe together with SleazyWorld Go’s “Sleazy Circulate,” discover the lyrics under:

Okay
All people put their Glocks within the air for me
Let’s air this sh– out
You bought a stick in your sh–
You bought a fifty on yo’ sh– put yo’ sh– within the air for me

Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (uh)
Grrt (uh, uh-uh)
Final opp we caught was on the retailer, we needed to scrape him (skrrt)
Lil’ bro hopped out trippin’ with that switchy, he carried out confronted him (grrt)
Face shot, face shot, frrt-frrt, they couldn’t save ’em
We those gettin’ busy up within the metropolis, that’s on my child (that’s on my son)

They block like a drive-thru, ask the opps how a lot we slide by means of
Ain’t beefin’ witchu they household, they get caught then you definately gon’ die too
Hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on
Cease the whip, let me out, this chopstick gon’ depart him open like a zipper (zzz)
Zip ’em up, inform buddy no masks to come back and decide him up (come decide him up)
N—as fakin’, actin’ like they thug life, ’til we hit ’em up
Lot of n—as don’t like me, for what? I ain’t even did sh– (I ain’t even did nun)
Make his bi— take dick to the top, I ain’t even hit but

The way you mad she choosin’ me?
I like what she do to me
She say she really feel safer over right here
This the place the shooters be

She say ain’t no paper up over there, sh– she barely eatin’
Can barely feed his self, she advised me, “Assist, this n—a barely feed me”
We don’t do the social tweak, these n—as too web
Goin’ stay tryna discuss ’bout who received shot, we don’t get into that
Can you permit it up within the streets for me, I ain’t tryna go to jail
Maintain mentionin’ my title in all your posts, it ain’t exhausting to inform (what the f—?)
For those who get smoke, don’t come lookin’ for me, n—a you dumb as hell
This bi— assume I really like her, ooh-wee, she should be drunk as hell
I can’t stay no sl– bi—, I really like how they suck dick (I really like how they eat dick)
As soon as I get my nut off, bi—, I’m skatin’ like some Trukfit

what the f— goin’ on, n—a

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Lyrics © Common Music Publishing Group

Written by: Joseph Isaac, Robert Lavar McCoy Jr.

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