Released on January 1, 2011

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[Intro: Ray Jr.]

Sloppy, sloppy, I'm leavin' here sloppy

Sloppy, sloppy, I'm leavin' here sloppy

Sloppy, sloppy, I'm leavin' here sloppy

Came to the club sober, but I'm leavin' here sloppy


[Hook: Ray Jr.]

Sippin'- sippin' on rossi chillin' with my posse

Came to the club sober, but I'm leavin' here sloppy

Sloppy, sloppy, I'm leavin' here sloppy

Came to the club sober, but I'm leavin' here sloppy


[Verse 1: Ray Jr.]

Uh, sippin' on rossi, chillin with my posse

Kela Mule got me so I'm leaving here sloppy

Put up in the mazzy, me chasing L.A

Bitches screaming cause im back from L.A

Fly as a pilot, roll a kush and I light up

Now I'm back with money, I know them haters don't like it

Ho, you getting that money and you're reppin the streets

Then put your hands in the air like you shooting a three

And my ice chillen, call it twenty below

The kids swag to the ceiling, you must be stuck to the floor

Two gallons of rossi and the stick in the kush

Got my eyes lookin' low like I'm reading a book


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Ray Jr.]

I'm leaving here sloppy, I ain't driving, I'm riding with you

Girls best be ménage, you wetter than a fire hydrant

Show you that new swag, say hi to it

I'm on a whole other level, you gotta fly to it

A nigga just might hate, but his chick loves it

Yeah my lifes a movie, but ain't a strip of it

Another sip of that sangria

Lil mama look tasty, I might eat her

Sexy in my tank top, I call it wife beater

Cause she married with two kids you little cheater

She don't want no more kids

She just want to see, so I just shoot her in the face like she's playing D


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[Verse 3: Ducky Smallz]

Drinkin all this rossi you would think I know Carlo

Purple stains, purple labels in my fucking car ho

King of this Rossi shit, check my fuckin' bio

Started on the clair then I swagged out Ohio

Red Solo cup's full, I don't fuck with styro

This is Rossi Mafia

I put that on my life, yo catch us on the block

Bowlin balls and some bitches

Foreign cars hood starts

That's the life we live in

That all you niggas trippin

And all your bitchs wishing that they was right here sippin

See me I kept it pimping

Jordans since I was denim authentic no pretending

I'll buy the shit I'm killing all them

Nigga we winning


[Hook]