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slow down - 1100 himself lyrics

slow down lyrics
[intro]
eleven hundred
thirteen hundred my cousin
f*ck with me though
ay

[verse]
it’s funk town, do you know who you f*cking with?
like a bad ass ‘lil kids tryna touch the b*tch
if i had a nine to five i ‘ah have to change my shift
get yo’ lips on my neck, on some tattoo sh*t
b*tch i’m hittin’ it from the back, tell me, that’s who’s sh*t?
i was thinkin’, could you be the b*tch i move with?
is you livin’ witcho mama? do you got yo’ own sh*t?
she like, “hunch why you always gotta bring that four [?]
i said flush them pills if the door get kicked
and if you really f*ck with me show that sh*t
im just askin’, can a n*gga get yo’ time and that’s it
and with all the respect, you a fine ass b*tch
if you put me in the game, it ain’t no sideline sh*t
don’t be f*ckin’ with no n*ggas, that’s the guidelinе sis
is it oakland high or tech or you a skyline b*tch?
on some valеntines sh*t, would you be mine b*tch?
tell me, do you got a n*gga? i’m not with the mind tricks
i know these p*ssy n*ggas hating, baby, never mind them
i used to share shoes with shawn like, “brother what size them?”
oh my bad, that’s yo b*tch? better watch her eyes then
i’ma shoot my sh*t once, i ain’t finna try again
i’m just tryna see you cook. what you need, a frying pan?
eleven thousand been that n*gga i ain’t even lyin’ man
eleven thousand been that n*gga i ain’t even lyin’ man

- 1100 himself lyrics

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