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slow down - a-why lyrics

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[intro]
[okay jamal]

[chorus]
d*mn slow down baby you movin’ kinda fast
bouncing up and down but im tryna make it last
f*ckin off the coke and a half a shot of jack it
and i bust it in the back in the all black jacket
she bet not average cuter than my last b*tch
20 out of 10 she a catch no catfish
f*ckin with the boy cause i be living lavish
haters talking sh*t like “hah stay mad b*tch” (mad b*tch mad b*tch)

[verse 1]
like d*mn everybody wanna be like me
with some racks and they jeans and a off white tee
got a brand new whip no s*r*t
and i pull up to the scene with the whole d*mn team
like hold up, get your dough up
don’t walk around like you don’t know what
why you talking sh*t like me and maybe
why yo b*tch got my songs on the playlist

[verse 2]
why yo b*tch got my songs on the playlist?
causе she f*ckin with yo boy i’m the greatеst
got a 100k in a month on my latest
all these other rappers tryna get up on the same sh*t
i don’t give a f*ck cause i’m better i’m a yo transcendent
if yo b*tch wanna f*ck ima pull up in the letter
i’m a freaky in the sheets make her p*ssy wet
dancing on my d*ck like a stripper somebody come and get her
sent her back to her mans, heppin on that ass
lying to confess and they clash like clans
got a strap and a whip and they tryna throw hands
why you talking all that sh*t?
f*ck yo b*tch and i dash
dash no cap no hoe gonna last
can’t watch this pipe hit a chance for tonight
new b*tch new whip
mad black with the tits
big party big racks big ass throw it back
[verse 3]
like f*ck, slow down b*tch i’m boutta bust
tricks on the d*ck why you doin too much?
flip her on her stomach then i pump it louder
man’s on the phone she’ll be back in an hour
hand on the mouth she be moaning h*lla loud
i don’t wanna rush i just wanna f*ck right now
lil’ b*tch ain’t playin on her knees like you prayin
ride a h*lla fast swing got me f*cked up saying

[chorus]
d*mn slow down baby you movin’ kinda fast
bouncing up and down but im tryna make it last
f*ckin off the coke and a half a shot of jack it
and i bust it in the back in the all black jacket
she bet not average cuter than my last b*tch
20 out of 10 she a catch no catfish
f*ckin with the boy cause i be living lavish
haters talking sh*t like “hah stay mad b*tch”

[verse 1 repeated]
like d*mn everybody wanna be like me
with some racks and they jeans and a off white tee
got a brand new whip no s*r*t
and i pull up to the scene with the whole d*mn team
like hold up, get your dough up
don’t walk around like you don’t know what
why you talking sh*t like me and maybe
why yo b*tch got my songs on the playlist

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