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letra de slow mo - lil' baby

cook that sh-t up quay
run that sh-t from the top turbo

dope man got extendo
livin’ room, three dracos
sellin’ gas like citgo
got a ho spot on the sixth floor
i don’t ever stay, just give and go
hope my girl don’t ever know
these n-gg-s 12, you’d never known
they got paperwork they’ll never show
sippin’ syrup, i’m in slow mo
got an engine in my turbo
ridin’ ’round in a low low
you only live once, yolo
i can’t drive my car ’cause they know it’s me
i don’t drive slow, all i do is speed
i’m on adderall, i don’t never sleep
goin’ hard, f–k ’bout who in front of me

n-gg- out of line, he gon’ rest in peace
shout out big game, he gon’ rest in peace
signed a deal for two mil last week
i get one-five, give the rest to p
i ain’t never got to rap, i’ma sit in that trap
i’ma run up them racks, yeah
i was sittin’ in that pen, i was still gettin’ it in
i ain’t never goin’ back, yeah
never save a ho, always give and go
give her what she want, never tell her no
grind hard, ain’t never goin’ broke
i rock’ loub’s, i got spikes on my toe
on the yacht, it was me and lil boat
i’m a slime, i’ll f–k any n-gg-‘s ho
real easy like eenie meenie miney mo
when she see the money she gon’ go
she know i’m a hundred, i ain’t told
she know under pressure i won’t fold
i ain’t goin’ fed, i ain’t f–kin’ with the cops
y’all n-gg-s lyin’, y’all really need to stop
spray a hundred rounds every time we spray a block
when the beef get to me i ain’t never gon’ stop

hop out and go crazy n-gg-, i’m just blazin’ n-gg-
ain’t blood but i’m blazin’ n-gg-, i go crazy n-gg-
my chain cost one-eighty n-gg-, i tried to save them n-gg-s
n-gg- you can’t save that n-gg-, catch that n-gg-, spray that n-gg-
leave it up to god when it happen
if i wasn’t rappin’ i’d be trappin’
random car, blendin’ in with traffic
gettin’ a load in on the tractor
i got ’em scared, they knowin’ i’m a factor
jumped in the game, ran it up faster
hundred racks bustin’ out the plastic
leavin’ magic city with a dancer
made myself a boss, i’m from atlanta
i put a half a pint in the fanta
fn make it hard to keep my pants up
ridin’ ’round the city in a phantom
kidnap a rapper, make him pay the ransom
n-gg-s be fake, so we don’t even dap ’em
they knowin’ i’m real, you can go and ask
before i was rappin’ i was gettin’ them bags in

- lil baby

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