Sauce Money - Slow Down lyrics

[Jane Blaze] Uh-huh Yo if I let you tell it, your rhyme style safe enough to sell it But your weak flows, make me the bomb relic Rap with Magnums like Tom Selleck Spray a pumpkin, they don't call me Jane Blaze for nuthin Now save your bluffin for one of them model chicks Droppin our modest hit, to prove I'm the hottest b**h Go all-out like an Islamic clique, I'm on Some Jeffrey Dahmer uncut drama, like when a llama spit Release hammers to protect my trophies and banners To be as nice as me, need a whole lot of manners Unadulterated grammar, femenine stash In layman terms, mean I'm swimmin in cash Baby got back, means I'm winnin in a** Got cameras with no bulbs, lookin to flash So when I breeze through with more metal than R2-D2 And see you on the low like the D's do, say cheese boo Chorus: Sauce Money (repeat 2X) Get dough now, all about stacks of cake And flow now, if it's hot like Jane, let it go now Still movin with speed, when you Slow Down Nuttin left to do but blow now [Jane Blaze] Yo I got somethin that'll split your coconut I know what you hopin but, Jane remains raw like an open cut I ain't no New York floozie Let every baller walk through me, s** a dick just to talk Gucci Could care less about his 600 I focus on tricks who fronted, that track shoes, b**h run it My words slaughter, rap's preferred daughter Go on a spurt like the Bulls in the third quarter Got n***as masturbatin every day though Hopin I'll move my tongue around they head in a circle like a halo Now get closer, cause in a minute baby it's over I come off at the clothes like strip poker (strip poker) You just let a chick smoke ya (chick smoke ya) what's my name? Blid-aze (Blid-aze), point blank range, I'll make ya brains Swayze (Your brains Swayze) Yo weak poets, wanna test me or what? sh** on they click so sick and still be s**y as f** Chorus [Jane Blaze] I keeps it real cuz, you know Jane name is still buzz Suga what? I disinfect tracks and k** cuts I'm live type, lot of cats front like They like to prizefight, I settled the beef with five mics Play your hand right, I'm trump tight, slip up Get lumped up, see me when the guild points the bums up CD come with a Phillie in it (word?) witty fillie And silly widdit while you sound like Milli Vanilli did it Pity you pitted your weak flows against mines Since mines sound fifty times better, ten times Visualize my speech, get a glimpse of the rhyme Drop a hit with a shine, y'all know it's time Rap's my duty, platinum acts better know I could CLAP a cutie, or just k** him with natural beauty (beauty) Who you trustin? The one who gets strong burns From dustin MC's, or the one who gets strong burns from pussin Chorus 2X [Jane Blaze] Blow now.. Slow down.. prestige Sauce Money here, my nucka Jane Bond, what? Q-U My click Double oh-dimes I'll be dere Yo, slow down baby I don't think they ready for this