F Slo (feat. Lil Dicky)

Brain LD Hey man, the way these bitches when they fuck on us This shit, the friction in this shit hurt bro You gotta talk to them bro Ok I tell her, I tell her, I tell her Chill, girl, we should chill, girl (chill, chill, chill) You been humpin' on me too fast, keep it real girl The brain on the same page Fucking another one: Damn, LD how do you slow a hoe down? I'm 'bout to show a hoe how Ey, baby girl, let's slow it down (yeah) Drill her when I'm in it, I admit it But I hate it when these bitches ridin' dick super quick Aggressive ass movements hurt my dick (ow) I don't know why, just the way my dick was built (oh) Getting the impression when they get up on erection that they think it'd be impressive just to go full tilt (fast) 0 To 100 bitches going full Wilt (oh) Seriously afraid that my dick might wilt (hurts) Out and 'bout with my Spanish bitch Throw that hoe a middle management at the Radisson Why she hoppin' on the brain like a savage bitch? She fuck me ravenous I'm assessing damages, shit Coronating all the money bags Coronating all the fucking ass Orating, I don't like it fast Pores chafing when she fuck me fast And the Brain don't even got no dick (Woah) but I got a dick, and I'm tryna do it like this Let me fuck slow on you girl Let me fuck slow on you girl Where them hoes lookin' bomber than a landmine? Will my bros that be fuckin' on 'em stay alive? Just let me fuck slow on you girl (chill, girl) Let me fuck slow on you girl (said chill, girl) And the Brain got them bitches on stand-by And the Brain getting hungry Raisin Bran time Chill girl, we should chill, girl (we should chill, girl) I've been looking at them old breasts since they real, girl Thinking through the words like I read it Scuttle our Brain, if you see a tight end then he toss like Bennett One in seven down, going down like credit Don't get shook like lettuce (lettuce) Brain tryna get fucked Brain tryna get sucked Brain been lit for a month Fucked a bitch on that kiss cam Yeah, I been doing my thing LD now they been checking for Brain Hey, we should go flirt with this dame, okay? She should come flirt with the Brain But this bitch has it all like a Genuardi's Now my mouth is watering just like my spot for Hardee's (ouh) I'ma go chill with the girl be back, I'm out all day Young L, I got a knack for hauling that I might even get up in the bathroom stall with that Please, you ain't been fucking like Brain I got this shit like a car alarm when that car is parked around thieves (ooh) Got this shit like gardener that's in charge of all of your trees (ooh) Young LD got a poppin' ass shirt check Backstory, kinda poppin', where's my work check? I might even go up to the bar and cover her check And then you'll say what? Let me fuck slow on you girl Let me fuck slow on you girl Where them hoes lookin' bomber than a landmine? Will my bros that be fuckin' on 'em stay alive? Just let me fuck slow on you girl (chill, girl) Let me fuck slow on you girl (said chill, girl) (You should chill, girl) And the Brain got them bitches on stand-by And the Brain getting hungry, Raisin' Bran time I fuck, I fuck with Raisin' Bran so heavy That shit hard Brain