Lucy Bedroque - sir Debonaire (super slowed)

All credit goes to Lucy Bedroque Lyrics: [Intro] If you don't fuck with l-l-l-l-l-lost— l-lostrushi Well then, you're just a bitch-ass trick (Hahahahahahahaha) [Chorus] Bustin' out my nine, yeah, I ain't playing fair I'm gaslightin', knives out, I ain't playing fair, uh I'm a landslide better, I ain't playing fair, huh There's no chance that I'm losin', I ain't playin' fair, uh There go Keisha, tryna fuck the bros, don't need no head I got kief crystals on the joint, I'm blowing air Pulled up to the suite, big steppers on, she call me Debonaire Niggas thinkin' I'm sweet? Go and try again, I'm fuckin' raisin' hell Drop these n— I'ma drop these niggas off Bad bitch, but she ain't got etiquette, she turn me off Cougar bitch and she ain't got any kids, mami, what's gwan? Ruger, bitch, my shotta aimin' right at your squad Boy, you know I'm sauced up, drank turn me to a monster Then bring out the monster after like fifteen shots I live my life a rasta, I'm smoking too much pot Used to look like a rasta, I took my blade and chopped Took my— took my blade and chopped [Verse] Then I show her a boss She called me nerdy back then, now she want me to beat box I want some dirty Sprite, I told my boy, "Look for my cup" We shut 'em up for doin' too much chattin', give no f— I can never fall out, yeah, I cannot lose my title Gotta bless my crawlers, yeah, every time they gon' slide for I turn the boy solid, yeah, got Medusa's eyes on Got Medusa's eyes— got— g-g-got Medusa's eyes on [Chorus] Bustin' out my nine, yeah, I ain't playing fair I'm gaslightin', knives out, I ain't playing fair, uh I'm a landslide better, I ain't playing fair, huh There's no chance that I'm losin', I ain't playin' fair, uh There go Keisha, tryna fuck the bros, don't need no head I got kief crystals on the joint, I'm blowing air Pulled up to the suite, big steppers on, she call me Debonaire Niggas thinkin' I'm sweet? Go and try again, I'm fuckin' raisin' hell Drop these n— I'ma drop these niggas off Bad bitch, but she ain't got etiquette, she turn me off Cougar bitch and she ain't got any kids, mami, what's gwan? Ruger, bitch, my shotta aimin' right at your squad Boy, you know I'm sauced up, drank turn me to a monster Then bring out the monster after like fifteen shots I live my life a rasta, I'm smoking too much pot Used to look like a rasta, I took my blade and chopped Took my— took my blade and chopped from genius.com/lucy bedroque