Clutxh Motif - SLOW DOWN (feat. MF STALLION)

How you gonna be with this young nigga
And that young nigga baby girl you need to slow down
How you gonna say you die for the city
But you riding the city baby girl bring yo hoe down
How you gonna be stressing me and texting me
But you gotta nigga like woah now
Smoke the finest greens yeah the creme dele creme me
And all my niggas bout to blow down
How you gonna be with this young nigga
And that young nigga baby girl you need to slow down
How you gonna say you die for the city
But you riding the city baby girl bring yo hoe down
How you gonna be stressing me and texting me
But you gotta nigga like woah now
Smoke the finest greens yeah the creme dele creme me
And all my niggas bout to blow down
I dont got no time waste
Only this money I chase
You you for the city baby
So bitch get the fuck out my face

Get the fuck out my face lil bitch
Why these lame hoes always lying to my face lil bitch
Back up give me space lil bitch
You you just a cum stain with dumb lame face lil bitch
Think I pleaded my case
I don't really gotta go in
Dumb bitch really gone pretend
Like here we go again
Damn bitch we know you hoe cause you only really got guy friends
Got damn I dont mean to be so fucking tasteless
Bad bitch give me brain till she fucking faceless
Then I give her white face am I fucking racist
Yeah we running to the money duh that's what the race is
Getting the money like chase
Yeah no face no case
Like we fucking do the race from the jakes
Got damn I hate fakes
Damn if we gonna see yo pussy might as well gone head clean ya place

How you gonna be with this young nigga
And that young nigga baby girl you need to slow down
How you gonna say you die for the city
But you riding the city baby girl bring yo hoe down
How you gonna be stressing me and texting me
But you gotta nigga like woah now
Smoke the finest greens yeah the creme dele creme me
And all my niggas bout to blow down
How you gonna be with this young nigga
And that young nigga baby girl you need to slow down
How you gonna say you die for the city
But you riding the city baby girl bring yo hoe down
How you gonna be stressing me and texting me
But you gotta nigga like woah now
Smoke the finest greens yeah the creme dele creme me
And all my niggas bout to blow down
I dont got no time waste
Only this money I chase
You you for the city baby
So bitch get the fuck out my face

I ain't got no mother fucking time for these hoes yeah
I put that on the bros slat
Can't treat a bitch like gold yeah
I'm way to focus
Been a real nigga off jumped
Play with me and get stomped
I've been sliding with the pole yeah
I've been tryna run it like Gump
Bet ya win like Trump fuck nigga I'm the potus
CCL bag for real and got the matching heels
Put you on swag for real
Bitch how you mad for real
I should of hit your friend
That lil bitch bad for real
I'm the nigga you should know
Nail her like some cuticles
I go stupid bro
I'm the shit no bootyhole
Shoulder move like uzi doh
Keep it moving hoe yeah

How you gonna be with this young nigga
And that young nigga baby girl you need to slow down
How you gonna say you die for the city
But you riding the city baby girl bring yo hoe down
How you gonna be stressing me and texting me
But you gotta nigga like woah now
Smoke the finest greens yeah the creme dele creme me
And all my niggas bout to blow down

Written by:
ERIC PARSONS, JORDAN DAVIS, MATTHEW CRAMBLETT, SAMUEL OVERLA

Publisher:
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