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• Artiste: Derek Minor
• Titre: Slow Down
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Tell them, tell them boys pour up, drink 'til ya throw up If they, if they hatin',hatin' you gon' tell 'em get their dough up Party, party, party through the night 'til the sun up Hustlin', hustlin' all day, no breaks 'til ya come up You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down) You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down) You got green, purp, brown, white goin' almost every night Bad one at the crib, when you get home she gonna get you right You don't play games and they know what's up If it ever go bad you gon' pop your trunk And you spend dough with that Keisha, them boys better duck when they see me You got plenty guns and if you need ta' you gon' fire off with that neena It's get dough, then more dough It's smoke [?] then [?] You feel like that's real life? Oh no Get all that purp that you want That ain't gonna make you a man Waste all the time that you want You ain't gonna get it again Body yourself and keep thinkin' you winning But you know in your heart that this ain't really living I am your brother, I want so much more for you You could be more if you listened and slowed down You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down) You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down) Look, you ain't really bout that life You ain't never been to no trap You ain't never bust no strap, bang no loud You ain't never sold no crack See the only thing you poppin' is a pill, homie chill To drop on ya G, but we know that ain't real Who ya give? Thoughts so hard my dude but we know it ain't true I know that's fake, you claim you what? Hold up, who initiated you? It's cool I'll wait See I know real killers, real killers Real gang bangers, real drug dealers And they ride around with that work And tell me they don't go to church cause they thugs And they pack them [?] in the back of vans Seasoned shooters holding [?] Light your block up like Afghanistan Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh them choppers like a Taliban Homie understand, when you playin' with the flame That you're bound to get hurt Trying to be a bad boy,'sposed to mess around and get smart But we know you ain't down to get murked Woooh, ya better slow down You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down) You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down) Man, hold up, tell them boys to pour up I love the feeling til you kneeling on the floor to throw up Man, hold up, see I done came down We either snoozin' or we doin' time Either way we losing time We tell them boys to slow down, they like what for? Cause it's about to go down, oh you ain't over? All love it, ya all love it, ruins lives but y'all all love it I ain't innocent though cause we all does it But I'm close enough to see it's all nothing Chasing after the wind, you never will win Feels good again and again but leaves you empty again in the end Chasing after the wind, you never will win Feels good again and again but leaves you empty again in the end Hold up Tell them boys pour up (Drop it like a Taliban) Tell 'em get their dough up Party, party, party (Feel like that's real life) Hustlin, hustlin all day, no breaks til ya come up You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down) You better s-s-s-slow (down,down, down, down, down, down, down)