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Slow Down (Remix) [feat. Gucci Mane, E-40, Game & Dom Kennedy]

Clyde Carson

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[Verse 1]

I tell 'em, slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down, slow down

I tell 'em, slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down, slow down

[Verse 2]

I'm driving fast but I think I need to slow down

We went hard last week, smoked a whole pound

I told a dude with no hands, she ain't know how

To let your ho know, Mo, that's my ho now

I'm still polo to the flow, what you know, dog?

In Ohio, they think I got kin folks

If I weren't selling dope I would've been broke

And you ain't gotta come with steel, let your bitch go

My earrings bling, bling like a disco

I got some Bay hoes came with some Frisco

You's a real clown doing what a bitch do

She wanna picture and a **** wanna freak too

My diamond chain kick it hard like Ju-Jitsu

I dog a bitch, I done treat her like a shih tsu

He tryna walk in with me, who is this dude?

I put a wrestling move on 'em like I'm Rick Rude

And since you acting like a pussy, eat this cat food

I'm going hard in the paint like Shaq do

I fuck with Mac-10, but I got a Mac too

And everyday's a Friday, my wrist full of ice cubes

You a sissy so your daddy never like you

So come and try me if you think you wanna die, fool

Getting money since I came out of high school

Blacker than my daddy but richer than a white dude

[Verse 3]

I tell 'em, slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down, slow down

I tell 'em, slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down (You know you can't catch me)

Slow down (You know you can't catch me)

[Verse 4]

My amp can't handle 'em, my speakers throwing a tantrum

I'm throwing up my middle finger on some old random

I'm feeling this rock, I'm growing some balls and I got heart

And if you a skylark, breaking the law, fuck a north (Fuck 'em)

Quick on my draw, pistol packing thumper in my hand

Taking my calls, phone ringing 'cause I'm in demand

Popular as fuck, bitch, I'm the man

Foolie, wanna fool, making a move, making a movie

Patchouli, doing my duty in her coochie

And her coot is stating back and forth, block to block (Block to block)

**** hating, I hope I don't get popped, don't get popped

Looking over my shoulders in my clavicle

Been practicing at the shooting range, I'm tactical

Radical rib, I'm so tele-juice

Like bitches with drive, bitches that booce

Flapping the mob and let's record a deuce

[Verse 5]

Slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down, slow down

I tell 'em, slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down (You know you can't catch me)

Slow down (You know you can't catch me)

[Verse 6]

I can't slow down

I'm in my Maserati, Bugatti, Ferrari, Red Bone

12 gauge shotty and I love the way she party

Menage a tois-ing with Molly

Got a bird name, Polly, ride dick like Ducati's

Told that ho, slow down before you make a **** wreck

Matte black ghost coming straight up out jack

Saying you know about my fetty, my skrilla, my scratch

Mouthpiece feel more slammy, starting no bad style, see

On them 24's, stuffing them Philly's slow

Philly's snap back, so woo, **** know

Been stunting since Jackie Chan was a toddler

Pimping and popping collars

Trapping and stacking dollars

I got an ace on deck, closet full of J's

Trunk full of choppers, lame **** get sprayed

And one of them lil homies walking 'round with your ho now

****'s got that NASCAR mouth, that's why

[Verse 7]

I tell 'em, slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down, slow down (This the one right here, aight)

I tell 'em, slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down (You know you can't catch me)

(West siders get this money, huh)

Slow down (You know you can't catch me)

[Verse 8]

I tell 'em, go down, you know you look sexy

I'm in this King jersey, 99, that's Gretzky

Uh, slow down, I'm gon' creep in

Everything official, it's they OPM

My Van's is laced and my shorts is Bay

When I'm in the town it's the Porsche I scrape

When you hired Chris, I'm like, of course you hate

Do it like me? Shit, of course you can't

Of course you can't, of course you can't

Do it like me? Shit, of course you can't

Leave a club with him? Bitch, of course you ain't

You wanna kick it with a **** with a big ole bank

I tell her, slow down, you know you won't get none

Rimy or Patron, I tell her she can pick one

West side ****, I be fucking with the thick ones

Seen a couple bitches so you know we finna fifth one

[Verse 9]

I tell 'em, slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down (Hey, Clyde, what's up?) slow down

I tell 'em, slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down (You know you can't catch me)

Slow down (You know you can't catch me)

I tell 'em

Written by: Ernest Joseph Rougeau, Jr, Nyle Kalin Parrish, Shomari Saeed Wison, Yusuf Ali

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