paroles de chanson Slow Roll - Boldy James , The Alchemist
All
my
youngins
be
on
go
mode
Slow
roll,
all
my
youngins
be
on
go
mode
Let's
get
it
Used
to
pack
it
up,
had
to
slow
roll,
tryna
trap
me
up
a
dough
roll
Hundred
round
Drac'
and
the
long
nose,
thuggin'
on
8 with
the
.44s
High-speed
chase
'til
the
drugs
on,
runnin'
from
Jake
and
the
popo
They
claim
the
game
but
they
subpar
Sweat
a
hundred
Percs,
need
another
jar
Been
a
hot
boy
with
them
rock
stars
Watching
out
for
the
sweep
off
of
Dunbar
Little
Grand
Marquis
just
be
unmarked
Sitting
on
a
corner
in
her
hood
parked
Said
he
beat
his
gun
charge,
seen't
'em
in
the
hood
Hop
out
the
back
of
a
squad
car
Either
you
trap
or
you
farm
hot
Choppers
with
straps
on
the
arm
stock
Slidin'
with
Glocks
in
the
armrest
Got
some
get-back,
we
ain't
duckin'
no
wreck
Put
that
chopper
to
a
nigga
lips
like
some
fuckin'
Carmex
Blow
the
Artex,
DJ
run
it
back
like
a
fuckin'
hot
track
Thuggin'
in
the
projects,
I
wish
I
could
bring
my
nigga
Mas
back
Turn
your
town
into
Old
Country
Buffet
But
we
met
the
plug
at
Outback
We
was
back
and
forth
down
in
K-Y,
runnin'
with
the
Wildcats
Met
my
young
dog
up
in
Mount
Jax
to
get
off
the
loud
pack
Hate
my
irritating
ass
Js
but
a
nigga
love
to
count
racks
Slow
roll
Slow
roll
Slow
roll
(All
my
youngins
be
on
go
mode)
Slow
roll
When
my
doc'
write,
look
like
scribble-scratch
Straight
drop
got
a
nigga
block
slappin'
like
a
pitty-pat
Stuff
a
bitch
with
a
thousand
Xanax
in
a
jimmy
hat
Hothead
with
a
heated
temper,
quick
to
Windex
a
nigga
fitted
cap
Right
hand
man
the
grim
reaper,
index
finger,
don't
trigger
that
Dumb
thinking
you
can
fuck
with
Blockworks
How
the
fuck
a
nigga
figure
that?
He
done
got
whacked,
hit
him
in
his
hat
Twist
his
top
back,
we'll
peel
his
cap
Bloodstains
on
the
concrete
All-white
stitch
with
a
hint
of
grey
Broken
glass,
middle
of
the
street
See
the
bricks
chipped
from
the
ricochet
Wipe
a
opp
off
the
hit-list,
slidin'
off
with
them
misfits
Ridin'
'round
with
this
big
bitch,
I
just
made
another
chicken
play
Don't
let
that
money
go
to
your
head
Cause
the
money
change
hands
anyway
In
the
Feds
on
his
death
bed
only
time
when
a
nigga
pray
Shawty
took
it
straight
to
the
head,
R.I.P.
to
my
nigga
Tay
Free
Justo,
free
my
nigga
K,
gotta
hold
it
down
for
my
nigga
Ray
Used
to
let
him
pour
his
own
trouble
Champagne
glass
full
of
rose
bubbles
Louis
belt
with
the
gold
buckle
Mr.
Micheal
Mary
with
the
stone
jungle
(Whatever)
Slow
roll
Slow
roll
Slow
roll
Slow
roll
1 Carruth
2 Giant Slide
3 Surf & Turf
4 Run-Ins
5 Scrape The Bowl
6 Pinto
7 Slow Roll
8 S.N.O.R.T.
9 Grey October
10 Mustard
11 Speed Demon Freestyle
12 Phone Bill
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