Never Slow Down
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(Chorus) Never slow down x 2 Yea yea, for real Never slow down x 3 Yey (Verse) Pick out the clip it's a movie You could get that shit exclusive I'll mark your ass then get illusive Hideouts in Daytona, Palm Springs, and in Eustis I don't come around you're a nuisance C man is holdin’ my deuces That’s on my neck ‘til you lawmakers, debt holders, fuck you I'm useless I roll around town with Mike Buses Outcast who don't give a fuck about you and your truces My bitch and my weed and my muses I hit them both I'm abusive Number true shit in my music Your shit is so filled with lies I can see how folks listenin’ could think that's confusin’ I got the juice in my city lil homie Don’t fuck with me or I'm gon’ use it It's time to turn up like an ugly ass bitch gave up her number We fin lose it! (Chorus) (Verse) I hate these pussy lil’ boys that be getting’ my number Stay the fuck way from me, I got no time There's shit on my plate, there ain't no vacancy I got some bad bitches chasin’ me, I got some good girls that’s runnin’ Fuck it I guess nobody datin’ me Stagnant that somethin’ I hate to be Least if I'm lone and progressin’, I guess that shit straight with me I'm about to drop me a mix-tape I think it was made for me Then I'mma spend all my racks, there ain't none I can take with me Fuck how ya feelin’ I ain't makin’ friends got’ pay for me I'm puttin’ tatts on my face, told my momma to pray for me My teacher went and bought a play for me Don't want me servin’ I told all my snakes not to wait for me Used to be at their house faithfully Begging me to come back It's already too late for me I'm just tryin’ to get back home safely Count up so much bread we gonna start up a bakery Y'all want the fakery, I can't fake shit I got somethin’ for those sendin’ hate to me I won’t give a fuck x 2 (Chorus) (Verse) Big shout to my pops I ain't tryin’ to think about it, I've been sipping liquor on the rocks My momma had a run in with the cops, when she was 8 months pregnant Hated those motherfucka when I dropped Jar full of pills, I'mma go ahead and pop, what will it ever stop If droppin’ dope in the crib somethin’ that the feds don't like Guess it's somethin’ they should watch I got my money in the streets first here throw it in a knots Beal’s knocking at the door I'm just in the club to host, after that I'm getting ghost I've just been doin’ me, the bitches they doing the most Someone ain't love them enough as a child, I could just tell by the shit that they post I just pulled up at the coast, drop me a four in a sprite Getting cash and I don't mean to boast, let all my naysayers roast We ain't where were suppose to be but sure getting close I can feel that shit comin’, just want the money and have me a dos Watch me approach pull up with game with the coach That ain't a thing we on tour we've been doin’ this shit for real (Bridge) We've been doing this shit for real x 2 (Chorus)
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