Reese One - Slide to the Left lyrics

[Intro] Bleu Collar Mum's The Word [Hook: Basik MC and (Reese One)] You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) [Verse 1: Basik MC] When I premiere my better half we arrive palm and palm now I've always enthralled the public with my collective calm As swift as you could say hater Faces turned up, contorted like ? was in their jaws Dear god, the flesh that's ripped from a jealous woman's cloth Oh she ain't tight? For all the same reasons you ain't All these years you played perimeter now you want to post up in the paint One of these scummy broads tryin' pit my love and I against each other, oh brother Back and forth, ? just asking none of her business questions My case is resting I remarked, I was cool Playing telephone, she told my sweet I was cool on her Now I could tackle all the issues But you didn't have to send her with tears streaming, dashing for the bathroom tissue Lack of maturity The same b**hes that will sign your yearbook saying "You was always fine to me, too bad I was too frightened to talk." Get out my face b**h, take a walk [Hook] You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) [Break] Hey Mark, Hey, look how close this n***a was playing me (laughter) god, damn! [Verse 2: Reese One] Maybe you're too high to see No matter what you try to be You ain't never gonna be as fly to me So n***a you ain't gotta lie to me No matter what dumb sh** you come up with I take your dialogue as serious as get rich and pyramid schemes I sell game and I don't buy dreams Cuz player, my record is too clean Hollywood, heartbroken "You need to f** with me" is your favorite slogan Oh you got some new sh**? I need to give you a call? Look at my dick y'all its too damn big for my balls It never fails, as soon as I order my yak I can't make it to my seat without getting attacked By some idiot n***a, all up in my space Darius, you an inch away from my face Asking about a card you slipped me last summer I probably used your sh** to give a b**h my phone number You're a joke to me I hate the f**ing day you first spoke to me You think you folks to me? No, never You're silly and you're not my style And that Industry talk brings me down when you around It's kinda f**ed up when I gotta be the jerk But it's real hard work, dusting flea's off my shirt [Hook] You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left (Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath) [Verse 3: Basik MC] Now Bleu Collar wants you to know if someone's playing you close You can either slap em in the face, spit in their face or they could easily get choked Cuz you playing me, all up in my face b**h I don't even know you Buy me a drink or hold my dick when I piss Cuz I don't owe you No money no cash b**h you ain't gave me no a** And you dudes you ain't got no type of chips, so don't... I don't know (f** it) (Laugher)