Lil Med - S.L.A.B

Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Slo-Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Slo-Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Nigga run up on me wrong he known to get fucked up
Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Slo-Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Slo-Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Nigga run up on me wrong he known to get fucked up
Go to the hood
You see the candy paint
All up on a lac
In the back
Two bad bitches who just don't know how to act
Ima mac
Big subwoofers got my windows 'bout to crack
Fuck that
Might cut ties but I can't cut a nigga slack
Y'all some fucking rap fools
We making country rap tunes
These niggas sell out more than shows
Fucking rap coons
Lil Med i'm coming soon
She bent over in my room
The flow gon make em' sick but to these rappers I'm immune
Nigga like me
I grew up on Bun B
Pimp C
I got bobby by the pound bitch the game belong to me
Ima Underground King
I got diamonds dancing
Passing hoes to my niggas like I'm Peyton Manning
Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Slo-Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Slo-Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Nigga run up on me wrong he known to get fucked up
Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Slo-Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Slo-Slow, Loud And Banging
All up in the trunk
Nigga run up on me wrong he known to get fucked up

Written by:
Medric Roberson II

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