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Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down Yea yea, for real Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down Pick out the clip it's a movie You could get that shit exclusive I'll merk your ass then get illusive Hideouts in Daytona, Palm Springs, and in Eustis I don't come around you're a nuisance C man is holding my deuces Tats on my neck till you lawmakers, debt holders, fuck you I'm useless I roll around town with Mike Buseys Outcast who don't give a fuck about you and your truces My bitch and my weed and my muses I hit them both I'm abusive Nothin but true shit in my music Your shit is so filled with lies I can see how folks listening could think that's confusing I got the juice in my city lil homie Dont fuck with me or I'm gonna use it It's time to turn up like an ugly ass bitch gave up her number We finna lose it! Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down Yea yea, for real Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down I hate these pussy lil boys that be getting my number Stay the fuck way from me, I got no time There's shit on my plate, there ain't no vacancy I got some bad bitches chasing me, I got some good girls thats running Fuck it I guess nobody dating me Stagnant that something I hate to be Least if I'm lone and progressing, I guess that shit straight with me I'm about to drop me a mixtape I think it was made for me Then I'ma spend all my racks, there ain't none I can take with me Fuck how ya feeling I ain't making friends gotta pay for me I'm putting tatts on my face, told my momma to pray for me My teacher went and bought a play for me Don't want me serving I told all my snakes not to wait for me Used to be at their house faithfully Beggin me to come back It's already too late for me I'm just trying to get back home safely Count up so much bread we gon start up a bakery Y'all want the fakery, I can't fake shit I got something for those sending hate to me Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down Yea yea, for real Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down Big shout to my pops I ain't trying to think about it, I've been sippin liquor on the rocks My momma had a run in with the cops, when she was eight months pregnant Hated those mufuckas when I dropped Jar full of pills, I'ma go ahead and pop, what will it ever stop If dropping dope in the crib something that the feds don't like Guess it's something they should watch I got my money in the streets first here throw it in a knots Beals knockin at the door I'm just in the club to host, after that I'm gettin ghost I've just been doing me these bitches they doing the most Someone ain't love them enough as a child, I could tell by the shit that they post I just pulled up at the coast, drop me a four in a sprite Gettin' cash and I don't mean to boast, let all my naysayers roast We ain't where were suppose to be but sure gettin close I can feel that shit coming, just want the money and have me a dos Watch me approach pull up with game for the coach That ain't a thing we on tour we've been doing this shit for real We've been doing this shit for real We've been doing this shit for real We've been doing this shit for real
Writer(s): Brandon Caskey, Marlon Sorrentino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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