paroles de chanson Slow Motion Intro - Jarren Benton , DJ Hoppa
Yah,
they
be
like
Jarren!
Where
the
fuck
you've
been,
dawg?
I'm
back
nigga,
K-K-Kato
on
the
track
bitch
Slow
Motion,
this
is
Volume
2
A
pussy
nigga
what
we
calling
you
My
pockets
right,
let's
hit
a
mall
or
two
Ayy
me
and
flick
will
drink
up
all
the
goose
The
bitches
show
love
to
all
the
crew
I
rap
to
get
dough,
that's
all
I
do
Aye
middle
finger
up
to
all
of
you!
Aye
Jarren
what
happened
to
Funk
Volume?
Holy
Christ
Jesus
Cliff
Huxtable
Drunk
enough
a
fat
bitch
is
fuckable
Flashy
nigga
all
my
sneakers
colorful
Nigga
shooting
outta
BMW
Still
stepping
out
in
my
Adidas
1800
in
my
margarita
She
gon'
let
me
give
her
throat
a
fetus
Imma
go
to
sleep
and
she
gon'
roll
the
reefer
Told
you
I'm
not
a
human
nigga
They
watchin
us
just
like
the
Truman
niggas
Brass
knuckles
I
would
ruin
niggas
I
snapped
the
neck
of
fucking
two
gorillas
All
this
pussy
feeling
too
familiar
Oh
that's
right,
that's
Kato's
mom
Ya'll
just
talking,
ya'll
don't
spray
those
guns
I
eat
a
rapper
like
a
bagel
bun
These
bitches
thinking
imma
ice
they
wrist
Cause
I
love
they
ass
and
really
like
they
tits
Who
gased
these
bitches
like
they
nitrous
Oxide,
one
night
the
bitch
The
future's
here,
we
got
the
microchips
Hey
really
soon
I
might
strike
it
rich
Hey
life's
a
bitch
And
her
sister's
a
cunt
And
any
second
bitch
I
might
just
flip
All
this
liquor
got
me
feeling
woozy
She
got
lick
my
dick
and
fucking
hoack
a
loogie
I'll
pull
the
knife
and
fucking
drop
the
toolie
Illess
nigga
of
the
top
loose-leaf
Fuck
cancer,
send
a
prayer
to
Boosie
Groupies
let
me
get
that
oochie
koochie
I'll
kill
a
bitch
and
my
dick
gets
cooties
A
group
of
moolies
bout
to
spray
the
uzi!
Fuck
you
Kato
All
of
you
talking
shit
man
Appreciate
y'all
staying
patient
Slow
Motion
2!
Yeah
Now
I
bought
a
ferragamo
belt
I
love
the
way
marijuana
smell
These
dirty
bitches
let
you
run
a
train
I
call
that
lil
bitch
the
monorail
Niggas
can't
duck
100
shells
This
that
dope
that
don't
sit
on
a
scale
If
you
niggas
really
whip
the
colt
Put
100k
up
for
the
bail
Never
used
a
fucking
ghost
writer
Every
fucking
word
I
wrote
is
fire
You
ain't
hotter
than
a
broke
lighter
Tell
that
bitch
to
ride
it
like
a
low-rider
In
this
bitch
I'm
figting
vices
nigga
Pray
for
Paris
fighting
ISIS
niggas
It
ain't
even
safe
up
in
a
church
I
might
stick
a
knife
in
niggas
Used
to
sip
a
little
syrup
But
niggas
keep
turning
up
dead
They
like
you
niggas
is
junkies
They
agenda
go
over
your
head
Yeah
Love
it
when
niggas
just
dancing
in
dumb
Question
the
world
keep
your
hand
on
your
gun
This
is
that
brand
new
Slow
Motion
nigga
Volume
2 signing
out,
I
am
done
1 Slow Motion Intro
2 WTFUTB
3 What a Difference
4 No Fucks to Give
5 Smash
6 Bobby & Whitney (Get It)
7 Scared
8 My World
9 Dark Roads
10 Distant
11 Puttin' On
12 Anarchy
13 Lost Kings
14 Tec in the Church
15 Aluminum Bat
16 Miss You
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