Torch (Triple C) - Slow Down lyrics

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Torch (Triple C) - Slow Down lyrics

[Intro: Torch] Oh this that vibe right here No breaks... no time to breath on it [Torch] (Oh, le'go) You're now rockin' with the corner Real D-Boy, ball like humanoid Stuntin' like Meek used to, my man spit mad (sh**) She like to get cut shawty the Kim K bath Ain't hard to tell I'm next, you can smell a check I ain't gotta squeeze I coach them hittas, Belichick Hella fresh arrogant they tryna humble me Pulled up black and yellow, transformer Bumble Bee M's on my hood, VVS' on my neck YSL on my clothes, I murdered the alphabet I'm a G you ain't know somebody should've schooled you Nicer than me? Only on April 1st they fooled you [Meek Mill] It's Meek Milly north Philly no I'm alive They say I'm lazy but super hotter than summertime Goons with me honey shots it's rummytime Running time and tell 'em catch up like Dungey Ha! Ha! I'mma beast like Blake Griffin We ain't slippin', Louis luggage I ain't tripping Airshippin' G4 no retour I tell 'em feed me beats so I can see more [Hook: Torch] + (Woman) (So just slow down) MMG we k**in' 'em We k**in' 'em! MMG we k**in' 'em (So just slow down) MMG we k**in' 'em We k**in' 'em! MMG we k**in' 'em (So just slow down) MMG we k**in' 'em We k**in' 'em! MMG we k**in' 'em (So just slow down) MMG we k**in' 'em We k**in' 'em! MMG we k**in' 'em (So just slow down) [Interlude: Torch] Ha ha it's what we do Maybach, we the untouchable Firetruck ninja, where you at n***a? [Gunplay] Slow down you're murkin' 'em, you're too hot Hotboy turkin 'em surround 'em circle 'em Put 'em down like a straight R AR Fifteen with me on my day off My n***a I'm about that How wet that sh** I'mma rock that Pa** yo b**h I'm in then got that You don't want these problems oh no not that Aw man [Wale] One time for Hip-Hop, but f** it, don't love it You might fool the public, but we know you s**ers s**ers, fool blooded all around bustas f** em, you and I ain't even no discussion Trust it, truly I'm just tryna to get off I ain't tryna eat small, I'm just tryna Warren Buffet Buffet whatever ten sumthin' vuleva Kinda cost me a grip though I be living out luggage [Hook] [Interlude: Torch] Aww man, I tried to tell y'all man top to bottom MMG, we stronger than ever n***a Breed talk to 'em [Young Breed] Gotta get street gutter hard like Breed You greedy s**ers not out my league You lame nuddin it's MMG When you go out there and hustle watch everybody eat When you lookin like money guess everybody eats The E ran sh** these everybody's streets Hard, soft, rerock or better O's Pounds we cop whatever [Stalley] Sixteenth get the money, still on the paper Ross still flippin' dummy, every foe back and down Every n***a hungry, Famers they be grabbin' hammers Goin' out huntin' these wolves on the prowl co*k it to a crying out child now flip it down Increased up cum pretty slugs too loud Weed in the air pa**ed by like a shoot cloud We out here blue kala boys How n***as makin' a new kinda noise? Black blue and tan is unidentified, n***as all rappin' All mad with saran, it's about full of pildis We shootin' outside I'm tryna' k** ish It's funny how these n***as won't ride when times are realest A revolution everyone respects I'm feeling Dickie shirts seven bu*tons to the neck {*echoes*}