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[INTRO]
Shhh… She sleek. She slizzard.
Hood bitch pretty, mouth ignorant.
Long tongue, slick mouth like a lizard.
Burned like the sun—now her heart a fuckin’ blizzard.
Tonight this bitch outside.
[VERSE 1]
I’m geeked, I’m sleek, bitch, I’m slizzard,
Long tongue, slick mouth like a lizard.
Burning like the sun, hot bitch all summer,
Now my heart ice-cold—motherfuckin’ December.
Walk in like, “Who checking me?”
Ass sitting up like it got somewhere to be.
Hair laid, edges slick, dress too tight,
Homegirls know I ain’t acting right.
Bass hit—BOOM—knees start bending,
Throw that ass back like the bitch need vengeance.
He staring hungry—I know that look.
Shake it by his table like, “Don’t be shook.”
Fuck roses. Boy, mind your business—
Matter fact—GET ALL IN MY BUSINESS.
No chickens, no Popeyes, no Mrs. Winners,
[PRE-CHORUS]
Bitch, I’m geeked—eyes low, still pretty.
Bitch, I’m sleek—but my mouth real filthy.
Bitch, I’m slizzard—somebody come get her.
One drink, two drinks—pour another.
DJ play my shit—I’m finna show my ass.
[CHORUS]
SLEEK. SLIZZARD.
LONG TONGUE—LIKE A LIZARD.
HOT LIKE THE SUN,
HEART COLD LIKE A BLIZZARD.
I WANT YOU ALL—ALL IN MY BUSINESS.
NO CHICKENS. NO POPEYES. NO MRS. WINNERS.
GEEKED-GEEKED-GEEKED, AND THIS ASS WON’T QUIT.
TWERK-TWERK-TWERK, MAKE THE WHOLE CLUB FLINCH.
Look back—“WHO THE FUCK YOU CAME WITH?”
Shake that shit like I’m mad at the bitch.
[VERSE 2]
Now I’m ratchet-ratchet—fuck cute dancing.
One heel off and I’m still out here prancing.
Hair fucked up, face still fantastic.
Came for the liquor, the bass and the party.
Throw that ass in a circle like, “Who gon’ stop me?”
Who said calm down? Fuck they mean?
Pretty hood bitch turning shit to a scene.
Geeked off attention, high off the tension,
Bad decisions sounding like suggestions.
Tonight’s problem, tomorrow’s confession—
That bitch they warned you about. Should’ve listened.
[BREAKDOWN]
Hood hoes? RIGHT HERE. Freak hoes? RIGHT HERE.
Drop that shit. Pop that shit.
Left cheek. Right cheek. Make ’em both go dumb.
Bounce-bounce-bounce—stop. “BITCH, I KNOW.”
[BRIDGE]
Used to burn like the sun—now that motherfucker froze.
Bass in my bones, sweat on my skin.
Bad voice saying, “BITCH, DO IT AGAIN.”
Geeked, sleek, slizzard—fucking ridiculous.
[FINAL CHORUS]
SLEEK. SLIZZARD.
LONG TONGUE—LIKE A LIZARD.
BURNED LIKE THE SUN,
NOW MY HEART A FUCKING BLIZZARD.
I WANT YOU ALL—ALL IN MY BUSINESS.
NO CHICKENS. NO POPEYES. NO MRS. WINNERS.
GEEKED AS FUCK, FACE STILL PRETTY.
ASS STILL ASSING, ACTING IGNORANT.
Left cheek—BOOM. Right cheek—BOOM.
Bitches better give me room.
I’M SLEEK. I’M SLIZZARD. I’M HOOD. I’M LIT.
Came in looking expensive—now I’m TALKING MY SHIT.
Freaky little mess, pretty little menace—
Tonight I ain’t looking for love—BITCH, I’M LOOKING FOR TROUBLE.
[OUTRO]
Hair fucked up. Lashes still on.
One heel missing. Still singing my song.
Heart cold. Ass hot. Mouth slick. Too gone.
Geeked. Sleek. Slizzard.
Bitch… WHO TAKING US TO WAFFLE HOUSE?
Details
GeneratedSep 1, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, j-pop, electro, electro swing, symphonic rock, vaporwave, synthesizer, new rave, choral
Credits
Prompt by
Wawee
WaweeModelAria v5.5
