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Slow Motion

Kyle Richh
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Slow motion (Graah, what) (Like what, like what) We could take, we could take, we could take our time, baby (Like damn, like what) (Graah, graah, Graah) In slow motion (Graah) We could take, we could take, we could take our time, baby (Damn, graah) (KR) (Look) Damn Eddy She move hot 'cus she know she my boo Handy Manny, she walk with a tool She call my phone on the way to the stu' Like, 'cus she love when I'm up in the booth And-And she want me to tell her the truth She don't like when I tote on a blick Like, with the dot I be tweakin' and shit Lost in my thoughts I be geekin' and shit She a rider she keep her a stick She upset said her ex is a bitch When you see me get to runnin' rick And she said she don't like when I tote on the grip Slip it in give a fuck if it fit So-Soft skin got my thumb on her ribs She a slut I'm in love with her moan I think of you when I'm feeling alone Niggas all on my dick, now they drid Remember days I was stayed in the field I was just tryna get me a mil' And I'm clutching my chrome, heart got a shield Real hate, but I know the real Fake love but I see through the fake Eyes right can't see through the shades I feel like 50 In 2008 Shorty so bad how she walk in the party Got me feeling like she is a barbie On my dick 'cus they know that I shitted If you looking for death I'ma give you a ticket Beam on the gun can't miss it But I miss all the times we was laughin' She told me to keep on rappin' "You gonna win give a fuck if they jack it" If he lackin' we givin' him stitches She still 'oot when she off of Bacardi She gon' dance when she hold on the Smith'n I be geekin' and I am not sorry Off the Notti she trynna get naughty Let's go to pound town take us a trip She gave it up put choke on my dick She a thot put the gun on her lip No remorse when I tote on the stick Shorty a demon the gun in her Ricks When we fuck, it just start with a kiss That boy a goose, he been duckin' me since And how could you run on your mans I put the beam on his face like a tan Dee too geeked, might dump out the van With a .30 I feel like the what? Bitch I'm bussin', going insane That bitch a demon she play with my brain And they told me that I ain't the same Playing chess but this shit not a game Night time, can't see through the rain Roll up the Dotty to breathe through the pain (They like Carter you ain't been the same) (Like, I'm a demon I cannot be tamed, grrah) (Wonder why niggas talk on my name) (Keep my gun and my bitch on my lap) (Like she a thot put the blick on her back) (Like what put the dick in her back) (My bitch a baddie the grip in her lap) (Spin through, I'ma 'oot from a distance) (Told bro don't stop keep clicking, like) (And this beam got a scope can't miss 'em) (Why he runnin' told Ta "go blitz 'em") (He on a date, put the beam on his bitch then) (Like what I be itchin' to drench 'em)