​wolfacejoeyy, Jxnesdeath - SLOW! lyrics

Independent, yeah I don't need to say it
(yeah, on god)
But it's driving me insane  (yeah,  yeah)
And I don't feel the same (yeah, on god)
But I stay in my lane (yeah, on god)

Oh oh, oh oh (yeah) pull up, I go (Okay)
I can move slow (Yuh) I can move slow (Woah)
Oh oh, oh oh (Okay) pull up, I go (Okay)
I can move slow (Okay) I can move slow (Okay)
Oh oh, oh oh (yeah) pull up, I go (Okay)
I can move slow (Okay) I can move slow (Okay)
Oh oh, oh oh (Yuh) pull up, I go (Woah)
I can move slow (Okay) I can move slow (Okay)

I got too much money on my mind
What I look like? Wasting my time on you
On you, on you, on you
Bad bitch in North Carolina
Broke up like Aunt Jemima
Niggas be cappin’ on god
Kill em’ like Jason I ain't talkin' touch
She a Barbie so I couldn't save her
On the street yeah, undertaker
New me, safe with the old me
Feel like wool so where is my sheep

I saw she oh my, kinda bad but she too fine
Oh my love, baby that's my sunshine
Low drop shit, every punchline
He a bitch nigga, he a feline
She love on me, I give her the peace sign
She so high, baby on cloud 9
Stop calling me and send me the hotline
Yeah, baby I throw this shit with perfection
Choppa on me, make it Smith and Wesson
She say she won't kick it
With me like this second
I feel like Tjay, I'm finessin'
I'm finna get it baby, stop stressin'
You tryna talk down, who you pressin'?
Nigga stop all the fake flexin' (On god)
Oh oh, oh oh oh no, Oh no (Oh no)
Careful, careful white girl, white girl
Fuck her once I gotta go
Shawty on a dance pole
Shut up, jam, that's my bro
Niggas be talkin' that shit here
Let's go bro

Independent, yeah I don't need to say it
(yeah, on god)
But it's driving me insane (yeah, yeah)
And I don't feel the same (yeah, on god)
But I stay in my lane (yeah, on god)

Oh oh, oh oh (yeah) pull up, I go (Okay)
I can move slow (Yuh) I can move slow (Woah)
Oh oh, oh oh (Okay) pull up, I go (Okay)
I can move slow (Okay) I can move slow (Okay)
Oh oh, oh oh white girl, white girl (yeah)
Careful, careful another bitch on the pole
Uh huh, Oh no, oh no oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh

Say she wanna kick it like it's Tecca
Tell that she a little finessin'
Turn the choppa to a Smith and Wesson
Ain't worry about the bad energy
Get to undressin'