Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh - Slow Motion lyrics
[Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh - Slow Motion lyrics]
Graah, What like What Like What
Like Damn, Like What graah, Graah
KR look
Damn Eddy
She move hot 'cause she know she my boo
Henny menny she walk with a tool
She call my phone on the way to the stu
Like cus she love when I'm up in the booth
And she want me to tell her the truth
She don't like when I tote on a blick
Like, With the dot I be tweakin' n' shit
Lost in my thoughts I be geeking and shit
She a rider she keep her a stick
She upset said her ex is a bitch
When you see me get to runnin' rick
And she said she don't like when
I tote on the grip
Slip it in give a fuck if it fit
S-Sauce gang got my thumb on her ribs
She a slut I'm in love with her moan
I think of you when I'm feeling alone
Niggas all on my dick, now they drid
Remember days I was stayed in the field
I was just trynna get me a mil
And I'm clutching my chrome
Heart got a shell
Real hate, but I know the real
Fake love but I see through the fake
Eyes right can't see through the shades
I feel like 50 In 2008
Shawty so bad how she walk in the party
Got me feeling like she is a Barbie
On my dick cus they know that I shit
If you looking for death I
Can give you a ticket
Beam on the gun can't miss it
But I miss all the times we was laughing
She told me to keep on rappin'
"You gonna win give a fuck if they jack it"
If he lackin' we givin' him stitches
She still Oot when she off of Bacardi
She gon' dance when she hold on the Smith'n
I be geekin' and I am not sorry
Off the Notti she trynna get naughty
Let's go to pound town take us a trip
She give it up but then choke on my dick
She a thot put the gun on her lip
No remorse when I'm totin' the stick
Shorty a demon the gun in her Ricks
When we fuck it just start with a kiss
That boy a goose he been duckin' me since
And how could you run on ya mans
I put the beam on his face like a tan
Dee too geeked, might dump out the van
With a 30 I feel like the what
Bitch I'm bussin', going insane
That bitch a demon she play with my brain
And they told me that I ain't the same
Playing chess but this shit not a game
Night time, can't see through the rain
Roll up the Dotty to breathe through the pain
They like Carter you ain't been the same
Like, I'm a demon that cannot be tamed, Grra
(Wonder why niggas talk on my name)
(Keep my gun and my bitch on my lap)
(Like she a thot put the blick on her back)
(Like what put the dick in her back)
(My bitch a baddie the grip in her lap)
(Spin through imma oot from a distance)
(Told bro don't stop keep clicking, like)
(And this beam got a scope can't miss em)
(Why he runnin' go blitz em')
(He on the date but the
Beam on his bitch then)
(Like what I be itchin' to drench em)
Like Damn, Like What graah, Graah
KR look
Damn Eddy
She move hot 'cause she know she my boo
Henny menny she walk with a tool
She call my phone on the way to the stu
Like cus she love when I'm up in the booth
And she want me to tell her the truth
She don't like when I tote on a blick
Like, With the dot I be tweakin' n' shit
Lost in my thoughts I be geeking and shit
She a rider she keep her a stick
She upset said her ex is a bitch
When you see me get to runnin' rick
And she said she don't like when
I tote on the grip
Slip it in give a fuck if it fit
S-Sauce gang got my thumb on her ribs
She a slut I'm in love with her moan
I think of you when I'm feeling alone
Niggas all on my dick, now they drid
Remember days I was stayed in the field
I was just trynna get me a mil
And I'm clutching my chrome
Heart got a shell
Real hate, but I know the real
Fake love but I see through the fake
Eyes right can't see through the shades
I feel like 50 In 2008
Shawty so bad how she walk in the party
Got me feeling like she is a Barbie
On my dick cus they know that I shit
If you looking for death I
Can give you a ticket
Beam on the gun can't miss it
But I miss all the times we was laughing
She told me to keep on rappin'
"You gonna win give a fuck if they jack it"
If he lackin' we givin' him stitches
She still Oot when she off of Bacardi
She gon' dance when she hold on the Smith'n
I be geekin' and I am not sorry
Off the Notti she trynna get naughty
Let's go to pound town take us a trip
She give it up but then choke on my dick
She a thot put the gun on her lip
No remorse when I'm totin' the stick
Shorty a demon the gun in her Ricks
When we fuck it just start with a kiss
That boy a goose he been duckin' me since
And how could you run on ya mans
I put the beam on his face like a tan
Dee too geeked, might dump out the van
With a 30 I feel like the what
Bitch I'm bussin', going insane
That bitch a demon she play with my brain
And they told me that I ain't the same
Playing chess but this shit not a game
Night time, can't see through the rain
Roll up the Dotty to breathe through the pain
They like Carter you ain't been the same
Like, I'm a demon that cannot be tamed, Grra
(Wonder why niggas talk on my name)
(Keep my gun and my bitch on my lap)
(Like she a thot put the blick on her back)
(Like what put the dick in her back)
(My bitch a baddie the grip in her lap)
(Spin through imma oot from a distance)
(Told bro don't stop keep clicking, like)
(And this beam got a scope can't miss em)
(Why he runnin' go blitz em')
(He on the date but the
Beam on his bitch then)
(Like what I be itchin' to drench em)