Sloppy by Ray Jr. 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, chillin with my posse
Kela Mule got me so I'm leaving here sloppy
Put up in the mazzy, me chasing L.A
Bitches screaming cause im back from L.A
Fly as a pilot, roll a kush and I light up
Now I'm back with money, I know them haters don't like it
Ho, you getting that money and you're reppin the streets
Then put your hands in the air like you shooting a three
And my ice chillen, call it twenty below
The kids swag to the ceiling, you must be stuck to the floor
Two gallons of rossi and the stick in the kush
Got my eyes lookin' low like I'm reading a book
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ray Jr.]
I'm leaving here sloppy, I ain't driving, I'm riding with you
Girls best be ménage, you wetter than a fire hydrant
Show you that new swag, say hi to it
I'm on a whole other level, you gotta fly to it
A nigga just might hate, but his chick loves it
Yeah my lifes a movie, but ain't a strip of it
Another sip of that sangaria
Lil mama look tasty, I might eat her
Sexy in my tank top, I call it wife beater
Cause she married with two kids you little cheater
She don't want no more kids
She just want to see, so I just shoot her in the face like she's playing D
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ducky Smallz]
Drinkin all this rossi you would think I know Carlo
Purple stains, purple labels in my fucking car ho
King of this Rossi shit, check my fuckin' bio
Started on the clair then I swagged out Ohio
Red Solo cup's full, I don't fuck with styro
This is Rossi Mafia
I put that on my life, yo catch us on the block
Bowlin balls and some bitches
Foreign cars hood starts
That's the life we live in
That all you niggas trippin
And all your bitchs wishing that they was right here sippin
See me I kept it pimping
Jordans since I was denim authentic no pretending
I'll buy the shit I'm killing all them
Nigga we winning
[Hook]
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, chillin with my posse
Kela Mule got me so I'm leaving here sloppy
Put up in the mazzy, me chasing L.A
Bitches screaming cause im back from L.A
Fly as a pilot, roll a kush and I light up
Now I'm back with money, I know them haters don't like it
Ho, you getting that money and you're reppin the streets
Then put your hands in the air like you shooting a three
And my ice chillen, call it twenty below
The kids swag to the ceiling, you must be stuck to the floor
Two gallons of rossi and the stick in the kush
Got my eyes lookin' low like I'm reading a book
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ray Jr.]
I'm leaving here sloppy, I ain't driving, I'm riding with you
Girls best be ménage, you wetter than a fire hydrant
Show you that new swag, say hi to it
I'm on a whole other level, you gotta fly to it
A nigga just might hate, but his chick loves it
Yeah my lifes a movie, but ain't a strip of it
Another sip of that sangaria
Lil mama look tasty, I might eat her
Sexy in my tank top, I call it wife beater
Cause she married with two kids you little cheater
She don't want no more kids
She just want to see, so I just shoot her in the face like she's playing D
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ducky Smallz]
Drinkin all this rossi you would think I know Carlo
Purple stains, purple labels in my fucking car ho
King of this Rossi shit, check my fuckin' bio
Started on the clair then I swagged out Ohio
Red Solo cup's full, I don't fuck with styro
This is Rossi Mafia
I put that on my life, yo catch us on the block
Bowlin balls and some bitches
Foreign cars hood starts
That's the life we live in
That all you niggas trippin
And all your bitchs wishing that they was right here sippin
See me I kept it pimping
Jordans since I was denim authentic no pretending
I'll buy the shit I'm killing all them
Nigga we winning
[Hook]