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letra de slo-mo - kenny soul

[verse 1: kenny soul]
i hold weight i hold weight
so much m-ss it’ll shake the surface of my plate
all these plates!
tectonic exotic i’m brolic i ate
and all of your hoes said its strictly platonic
so either they choosing or you think you drake
and i’m a sonic-roller had they head and shoulders
holding blunts and blowers looking like i rake
“let me be your mistake” they telling me
“wifey don’t gotta know
i know you watch scandal you could give me the poll
i know you like django i’ll keep the d silent
and get to free-stylin if you give me the go
you know the tongue shonuff you could give me the glow
she getting rid of ya olivia got the hood like the pope
you could be my fitz’ like a monolith
coming out the blue to get a l1ck be my obelisk on the low wooooooo’ ric flair ho
i don’t gotta role play
ima get this money like a m-th-f-cking co-pay
never been a doctor but i’ll surely get your cut sprayed
all i get is chicken kitchen whipping flipping gourmet!

[hook x2: kenny soul]
all my n-ggas getting turnt (slow motion)x3
all my women like to wine (slo-motion)x4
now that’s wavey
and you know dominicans are crazy!

[verse 2: kenny soul]
i’m getting to the dollar wipe off the collar
bones with ash im dead–ss the sala
h-llo i’m melo i’m lit off the lala
r.i.p bello my lg’s the alma
and i be the soul and i’m sorry i couldn’t make it to your funeral that was a low
and i hope i can make it up when i pop you live on in my tone (bello)
backflip! for the one time my son shine
p-ss this! till the sun set the sun shine
backwards! when it’s my time it’s your prime
so burn that divine and look out for mine!
we lit on the strip i ripped one
if we don’t got the number for the joints we with one
and n-ggas making movies but i never admit one
so i don’t got the ratty but i know where to get one
word!
respect to my guys we gon rise when i rise
if you recognized then i know your real eyes
now realize
f-ck all them n-ggas that realize that their real with lies
f-ck they reply
me and my n-ggas allies
we’ll leave you dead where you lie
etched out in chalk
now you become where you walked
now you aligned with your talk word!

[hook x2: kenny soul]

[verse 3: kenny soul]
pull up! you know the badman pull up!
thirsty for the vixens tells the team pull up!
flexing at the bar w-ssup the cup fill up shots could get lit up bout to whip you up!
we work all the time so we turnt on a dime… get it? turnt on a dime?
and if you a dime on the wall like you bout to get dropped we ain’t cops you don’t cuff all the time
now drop it
better stop it threw a bourgeois b-tch a deposit
i spit sense! so if i like it then ima cop it
i get rent! so if she singing then ima shop it
she get spent! soon as she clocking me better watch it
i come and get got sh-t throw a lock in a sock sh-t
i consolidate get baked and spit pac sh-t
a whole lotta tape
wrapping that toxic profit like prophets f-ck yo agnostics
(my n-ggas let the wrist-wave
keep a spade up the sleeve like i “mis-played”
got the game on lock since the clique-saved
once you funny with the money you b-tch made) (one more time)x2

[hook x2: kenny soul]

- kenny soul

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