Kenny Soul - Slo-Mo lyrics

[Verse 1: Kenny Soul] I hold weight I hold weight So much ma** it'll shake the surface of my plate All these plates! Tectonic exotic I'm brolic I ate And all of your hoes said its strictly platonic So either they choosing or you think you drake And I'm a sonic-roller had they head and shoulders Holding blunts and blowers looking like I rake "let me be your mistake" they telling me "wifey don't gotta know I know you watch scandal you could give me the poll I know you like django I'll keep the D silent And get to free-stylin if you give me the go You know the tongue shonuff you could give me the glow She getting rid of ya Olivia got the hood like the pope You could be my Fitz' like a monolith Coming out the blue to get a lick be my obelisk on the low wooooooo' ric flair ho I don't gotta role play Ima get this money like a muthaf**ing co-pay Never been a doctor but I'll surely get your cut sprayed All I get is chicken kitchen whipping flipping gourmet! [Hook X2: Kenny Soul] All my n***as getting turnt (slow motion)X3 All my women like to wine (slo-motion)X4 Now that's wavey And you know Dominicans are Crazy! [Verse 2: Kenny Soul] I'm getting to the dollar wipe off the collar Bones with ash Im dead-a** the sala Hello I'm melo I'm lit off the lala R.I.P Bello my LG's the alma And I be the soul and I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your funeral that was a low And I hope I can make it up when I pop you live on in my tone (bello) Backflip! for the one time my son shine Pa** this! till the sun set the sun shine Backwards! When it's my time it's your prime So burn that divine and look out for mine! We lit on the strip I ripped one If we don't got the number for the joints we with one And n***as making movies but I never admit one So I don't got the ratty but I know where to get one Word! Respect to my guys we gon rise when I rise If you recognized then I know your real eyes Now realize f** all them n***as that realize that their real with lies f** they reply Me and my n***as allies We'll leave you dead where you lie Etched out in chalk Now you become where you walked Now you aligned with your talk WORD! [Hook X2: Kenny Soul] [Verse 3: Kenny Soul] Pull up! You know the badman Pull up! Thirsty for the vixens tells the team Pull Up! Flexing at the bar wa**up the cup fill up shots could get lit up bout to whip you up! We work all the time so we turnt on a dime... get it? Turnt on a dime? And if you a dime on the wall like you bout to get dropped we ain't cops you don't cuff all the time Now drop it Better stop it threw a bourgeois b**h a deposit I spit sense! so if I like it then Ima cop it I get rent! so if she singing then Ima shop it She get spent! Soon as she clocking me better watch it I come and get got sh** throw a lock in a sock sh** I consolidate get baked and spit Pac sh** A whole lotta tape Wrapping that toxic profit like prophets f** yo agnostics (my n***as let the wrist-wave Keep a spade up the sleeve like I "mis-played" Got the game on lock since the clique-saved Once you funny with the money you b**h MADE) (one more time)x2 [Hook X2: Kenny Soul]