B Wavvyy - Slow JamZ

Mhmmm
Well well
Well well
Mhm-mhm
Uh bitch ah
Aye
What
Wow
Bitch I'm the man in here now
Bet when I catch 'em I knock his shit down to the ground
Then I take off like rocket no Yao
Yea I be balling they should put me into the league
'Cuz I swear i'm like mike no bow wow
You think you funny lil nigga
You milking them jokes I think i'm-a go buy you a cow
Talk out his mind leave his brain in the street
I know you fake I see you changing on me
I'm on the grind they stop hangin' with me
Got gang-nem with me
Chains clangin' on me
What
(Aye)
I drink double the cup
I be tweakin' too much
Gotta put down the faygo
Got a shoota' on call slide the bread he gon do what I say so
And what ever I say go
I done lost me some niggas i'm seeing they halo
How the fuck you gon' die right before I start collecting pesos
With a mask where yo face go
(I tell 'em)
It don't take much
To go get you touched
It's only gonna' take me one phone call
I heard you broke than a bitch not at all
I heard you pussy as shit not at all
Feel like the grinch 'cuz I go get the green
But you look at my heart and that shit hella' small
And it's too cold no it can't ever thaw
But I got bread so it's good all in all
Bet you ain't know that
Give it all I got like my name be Kodak
If you ain't fuck with a nigga then show that
If you ain't get back for that nigga blow that
I got them racks in my hand i'm-a throw that
She throw it back on me where is her clothes at
I love my dawg we like Leo and stitch
If I get rich then my nigga get rich
I'm finna spazz on this bitch
I'm finna spazz on this bitch
I'm finna turn on the switch
Look at the switch on my wrist
Niggas they know we the shit
I got a beam I don't miss
R Kelly I leave 'em pissed
I can't go out like I'm mitch
So I put him on the list
I'm-a up from the hip
Put his name next to rip
I'm the same no I'll never change for the strips
Taking to bosses I'm managin'
Look at all this fucking money I'm handlin'
Tell that lil' hoe to shut up she be ramblin'
Playin' with me that's yo life you be gamblin'
She like recording and shit when I'm fucking her
Niggas be mad when they see that I'm coming up
Ain't rob a bank see the bag that I'm running up
He a donor all the blood he be gushing up
I got a two tone on me I be clocking' off
He think he pressing me tell him to knock it off
No it ain't 4th of July still gon' pop it off
Brodie off lean in the back he be noddin' off
Yea he was on for a minute he fallin' off
hop in a demon you see that I'm haulin' off
Always be working no I'm neva callin' off
Shoot off his legs someone tell him to walk it off
I'm like a plumber the way that I'm piped up
Send him to heaven yea we send him right up
I got more points on the board then a write up
Hot in them bricks so my neck it be iced up
Bitch
What
I don't even know what the fuck shit sayin'
Ha-ha
Hold on let me stop

Written by:
Blair Atkinson

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