Slow motion
When I’m coming down
I’m zoning
Focused
Come up, back up on the trick
Ride the foreign, whip it quick
Smoking dope while smoking, yes
Its the light skin pimp, little trick
Always burning down a sack
I can’t fuck round wit no hoe unless that ass fat
Bussin’ down a port, chillin in the lac
Riding while i coast, swerving side to side
Leaning front to back
Been on this shit for minute
Y’all novices never did it
Pulling up, geeking in civics
Riding up on them thangs when we swang
Deuce 4’s sitting high, riding strange
Cover coated candy paint, smoking dripping while I’m tipping mane
Dutch Palmers broken down within the range
Blow my smoke into the air, witness the weather change
Got hoes who down to fuck, & bitches that sniffing cane
No ties within in my pimpin’
I'm smooth sailing away
Servants they pour me water
My side bitch feed me grapes
Main bitch on my line
I quickly tell her to fade
Ignore it just give me face
I'm pimping right out the grave
Feeling dead but yet amazed
Living fast, can’t keep it safe
Smoke a blunt right to the face
Bow ya head let us say grace
My presence is such a present
That nigga that you fuckin wit such a lame
Stone cold brew, broken into 2
Burning in the cut alcohol up in the wound
Blow up on yo bitch
Nokia you know me & how i do
I’m rolling pill after pill
Slow motion
When I’m coming down
I’m zoning
(x4)
I’m rolling pill after pill Slow motion When I’m coming down I’m zoning Focused Come up, back up on the trick Ride the foreign, whip it quick Smoking dope while smoking, yes Its the light skin pimp, little trick Always burning down a sack I can’t fuck round wit no hoe unless that ass fat Bussin’ down a port, chillin in the lac Riding while i coast, swerving side to side Leaning front to back Been on this shit for minute Y’all novices never did it Pulling up, geeking in civics Riding up on them thangs when we swang Deuce 4’s sitting high, riding strange Cover coated candy paint, smoking dripping while I’m tipping mane Dutch Palmers broken down within the range Blow my smoke into the air, witness the weather change Got hoes who down to fuck, & bitches that sniffing cane No ties within in my pimpin’ I'm smooth sailing away Servants they pour me water My side bitch feed me grapes Main bitch on my line I quickly tell her to fade Ignore it just give me face I'm pimping right out the grave Feeling dead but yet amazed Living fast, can’t keep it safe Smoke a blunt right to the face Bow ya head let us say grace My presence is such a present That nigga that you fuckin wit such a lame Stone cold brew, broken into 2 Burning in the cut alcohol up in the wound Blow up on yo bitch Nokia you know me & how i do I’m rolling pill after pill Slow motion When I’m coming down I’m zoning (x4) Explain Request ×
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