Slay The World Lyrics

And I cannot help but stare

Choco mammie, straight black hair

Hips don't lie, they don't care

Lounge in navy underwear

You ain't like the others b

In and out, you so pristine

Can't you feel my certainty

Don't need dizz, you got me geeked

Yeah, I can't help but stare

Them curves finna make a Bentley swerve

No, I don't see these other birds

We tell them birds to hit the curb

Collateral damage, I hit a nerve

Do not disturb, I'd much prefer

A bad b I know that I deserve

A bad b that slay the whole world

You don't want me switching to the old me

Girls gone be the death of you, he told me

D*** sniping these b****** like I'm hunting

Grew out of that s*** like I'm atoning

Rather they be real that keep it phony

Ain't everyday get your make-up on me

Nowadays I got to look up closely

Cuz it could even be one of the homies

So I'm picky, yeah I know

Cause you don't even know

What they got behind the back door

Yeah, it's a double-edged sword

Bliss or distraught

So you got to give it loads of thought

Yeah I'm picky, yeah I know

Cause personally I know

What's gone bring my a** back home

Still, it's a double-edged sword

Bliss or distraught

So you got to give it loads of thought

Yeah, I can't help but stare

Them curves finna make a Bentley swerve

No, I don't see these other birds

We tell them birds to hit the curb

Collateral damage, I hit a nerve

Do not disturb, I'd much prefer

A bad b I know that I deserve

A bad b that slay the whole world

She pop it

When I'm bout to tell her a** to stop it

I drop it

She looking so good I dun forgot it

I rock it

She made a little mess she got to mop it

Yeah I knocked it

Out the damn park like a comet

No comment

Said she felt it in her stomach

Said it kind of hurt but she lowkey love it

Ain't that something

Ain't no more fronting

Ain't talking guns when her a** get to bussing

Make her lose herself when I push that button

I know that she feel it, grabbed my neck all of a sudden

Moving hell a frisky got to ask her why you rushing

Ain't nobody round us they feel heat like we an oven

So I'm picky, yeah I know

Cause you don't even know

What they got behind the back door

Yeah, it's a double-edged sword

Bliss or distraught

So you got to give it loads of thought

Yeah, I can't help but stare

Them curves finna make a Bentley swerve

No, I don't see these other birds

We tell them birds to hit the curb

Collateral damage, I hit a nerve

Do not disturb, I'd much prefer

A bad b I know that I deserve

A bad b that slay the whole world