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letra de slow motion - cuffem & konvy

[part i]

[chorus: konvy]
why they talking on my name? i don’t know ’em (don’t know ’em)
you took bruce’s whole style, n-gga, go blow him (go blow him)
man, his views barely movin’, he got slow motion (slow motion)
why they talking on my name? boy, i don’t know ’em (f-ck-f-ck-f-ck—)

[verse 1: konvy]
they know konvy in this b-tch, i bring them racks in
can’t come to miami anymore ’cause we gon’ tax him
y’all been plotting on my get back, now i’m gon’ wax him
i ain’t talking drake when i said i need a max win
i’m smoking max, tae, dabo, 5$tar in my chest
got three 5’s in this wood like kd on the bench
sorry your girl chose ssb, i guess we do it best
hit her, send her home, then dodge her, feel like mookie betts
5-4 tried to be a hooper but he couldn’t dunk
since this boy a leprechaun already, he don’t need no luck
we not even on the same level, views is looking rough
sad that he can’t even reach ten, that boy need a punt
bruce keep on falling to the floor, i think the end is near
and your b-tch ugly with no ass, need a better rear
rage and kai left you in the past, they in another gear
d-mn, it look like my jeans crying, i got denim tears (f-ck-f-ck-f-ck-f-ck—)
f-ck writing songs, go tell that boy to write a will
smoking on this midget pack, it got me high as h-ll
you a streamer and a rapper, still ain’t signed a deal
you know i’m rushing in miami, i’m like tyrek hill
[chorus: konvy]
why they talking on my name? i don’t know ’em (don’t know ’em)
you took bruce’s whole style, n-gga, go blow him (go blow him)
man, his views barely movin’, he got slow motion (slow motion)
why they talking on my name? boy, i don’t know ’em

[verse 2: konvy]
spitting facts, second verse, i’m spinning back
me and cuffem sliding on these n-ggas, we like men in black
f-ck around, spending racks, they know i get it back
how’s your name plaqueboymax if you don’t got a plaque? (what?)
you not beating me, got rich off of being me
gave zias a pass ’cause he r-t-rded, he got cte
if we see nour, we gon’ kidnap him so easily
max, why you living with your momma? boy, you need to leave
twenty-nine hours just to diss me, he in love with us
he was thinking about me all night until the sun was up
said he gon’ shoot me, max is not who i’d be running from
play yo’ cards right or get marked, feel like 21

[part ii]

[verse 3: cuffem]
f-ck that chrome on your body, put one to your head
you ain’t no man of steel but you gon’ meet the steel, we leave you dead
and tae, i’m finna hit you too, i’ll knock your smooth right off your legs
i’m gon’ go crazy, go insane, all in my brain, i’m seeing red (seeing red!)
and we ain’t sell to make a m, i’ll put a m right on your head
that jewish money work in silence, come and try it, i know you scared
behind the scenes, i did a lot of sh-t to help these n-ggas out
yeah, adin was my man before we blew up, b-tch, watch yo’ mouth
plus speed and kai, them been my guys, don’t try to say i’m chasing clout
’cause i was making bags before my fame, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
where you going? what you doing? think i see a opp
oh, that’s just dabo lame ass, that’s why ms. icy got you blocked
this sh-t gets spicy, i’m too hot, my flow gon’ make these n-ggas rot
i burn the booth up in this b-tch, that’s why i rock my shades a lot
let me check the weather, it’s gon’ rain, ’cause i’m raining h-ll
that’s about a b-tch, but f-ck twitch, them n-ggas hating still
yeah, kick better, i’m lit better, you dumb as h-ll and my wrist clever
they pay out fifty-fifty while i can run a hundred in sick weather
and f-ck keem, i agree, but tae ain’t too off from me
not gon’ get too deep into it, but we heard about the way you be
f-ck that chrome, but you a clone, bruce don’t know ya’ name
i put five stars straight on ya’ car, b-tch, stay in your lane
i grew up hard, i’m standing on that sh-t way before the fame
and free my pops, he taught me how to serve, yeah, that sh-t in my brain

- cuffem konvy

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