Lyrics:
Do you slow down? No I don't, yeah
Can I rock with you? Man there you go
You better keep up with my pace and with this race
Because we're going
Too
Yeah
Yeah this the one
This is what I’ve been taking about
Man shoutout Bobby
Man I've been working on this for a while now
Motherfuckers might hate
Stuck for now, can't change my weather
Feelings flow you know it's now or never
Pulling triggers slow, we going down together
Hair curled, hotel shared
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
Well I'm goin' down slow
Got those Ecological Blues.
Come on hit it!
Well it's down by the ocean
I like diggin' by the sea
I caught myself one dead
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
keep tryin' to hold me back
Matter of fact, nigga slow down
When you drivin' in the 'Lac, you gon' spill my 'Gnac
Like Pinky, nigga, I'm big and black
keep tryin' to hold me back
Matter of fact, nigga slow down
When you drivin' in the 'Lac, you gon' spill my 'Gnac
Like Pinky, nigga, I'm big and black
thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin' fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of [edited] I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So
Here we come now
Turntable spin like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go
fucking with us
ItsOnly1neWay & Money Bag Junkies niggas
Let me slow it down the bags coming too fast
Racing to the cash I'll be damned if I'm last
Diamonds
own money
I cannot date here
I am
Something
That you could never be
Smoking
Blue dream
And sippin
Hennessy
She play
Hard to get
I know feelin me
My crib
with Jada, Pinkett, or should I say Peaches
You know, it was a low-down, dirty shame
She was chasing after Kenan, then set it off with Latifah
In Jason's
and iring dreams.
Goin' down and roll fast.
Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen.
Fried of me, huh.
Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right
goin' on folks brought you a brawl
It all started in ya home
Check the background
St louis clown from the U Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
extra slow
I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops
Smokin' a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked
Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
froze now
Goin through a lot but bitch I'm still about to pipe up
Not talkin to you you just a fool you betta pipe down
If you hear me singin then you
shut up
This jack move don't need no Beretta
Kicking in doors and I want blue cheddar
Tried other routes, like this one more better
Slow pace better than
too damn lazy but you can page me
Lately, been hustlin grams daily
Holdin down my spot on the corner like Champ Bailey
But I know I ain't the only
the eyes on the talent
And the show is tonight, in the cellar is Fallon
And he lookin' at me walk
They say I got it down by the way that I talk?
I don't even
Tonights the night that
Im asking you out for a chance
got my favorite blue plaid shirts
and red bow tie
know chemistry well its thing
between you
Fall nights with the top down
Purple lights in my vision got me gone now
Now my world too hazy
Hold up, bitch I been too on lately
Fall nights with
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