Slippery

Album cover art for "Slippery" by PHABO & DESTIN CONRAD

PHABO & DESTIN CONRAD - R&B

Slippery

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[Intro] We on DEST 601.6 This ya boy DJ Cream On Ya AKA Mr. Suck the Left One and Make the Right One Jealous Right now I got this new hot track from my boy Phabo It's drop it like it's hot It's the hottest thing on the block It's that thang that make you wanna smack yo' mama [Verse 1] Pussy on pink like Cam'ron Got multiple choices like a Scantron I can change your life, girl, I change lives But you gon' prolly be the one that change mine Come in late night like a red eye Dead your hoes and I'ma dead mine I can make the trap feel like paradise Mind on avant the way you read mine Falling for you, ain't no catching me, yeah Hope that you don't start neglecting me, yeah Seven days and you ain't hittin' me yet Believe every lie you're telling me, yeah Hoping you ain't disrespecting me, yeah Like 112, you wanna do it anywhere Driver, passenger, your legs in the air, sex in the air The clouds can come, the rain will fall The grass can brown, the sun can set The sky could fall, I'll never go I'm here to stay, I'm yours to love Forever more and more And in the end I'll know for sure You were the one my heart was for I gave you mine, you gave me yours We can make love until we're gone And float away, away [Chorus] It's getting slippery (Slippery, slippery) Like water running through my hands Gotta rush, gotta rush, gotta rush down La Brea Just pick up your intercom when I pull up [Verse 2] I can't stand to feel alone when I'm with you Know you had to be alone to wanna call me I wanna be somebody you confide in, nobody else Tell me you're that somebody, I know you're with somebody else Everything you wanted was right here But if this thing gon' age like wine, baby, let me walk on water I don't wanna be so stagnant, you know we could go farther Let me show you something more than you thought of [Chorus] It's getting slippery (Slippery, slippery) Like water running through my hands (Through my hands, yeah) Gotta rush, gotta rush, gotta rush down La Brea Just pick up your intercom when I pull up (When I pull up, yeah, oh) It's getting slippery (Slipper, slippery) Like water running through my hands Gotta rush, gotta rush, gotta rush down La Brea Just pick up your intercom when I pull up

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Credits

Writers
  • PHABO
  • DESTIN CONRAD