Riding Slow

Jae Millz

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    [Intro:]
    I'm ridin slow, I'm ridin slow
    Millzie!
    I'm ridin slow, I'm ridin slow
    Yo, yo
    Light it
    I'm ridin slow, I'm ridin slow
    Let me get Louie gang bang for this one baby
    I'm ridin slow
    Check me out

    [Verse 1:]
    Money on my mind, so much money on my mind
    This brilliant brain of mine probly printed with dollar signs
    And please don't compare these other suckers lines to mine
    Cause I'm killin my whole class. Forgive me Columbine
    Line from the bottom of the gutta
    My steerin wheel leather, my pistol grip rubber
    No detective but I'm probly up in New York undercover
    On some molly with some dotties, you're telling her that I love her
    Rolling like Gunplay up in this motherfucker
    And we all bout that Gunplay up in this motherfucker
    My team like none other, my weed funny color
    Harlem hustler cop coupes and tear the roof off like Busta
    Til they rup me in my grave I'm screamin death to all suckas
    You's niggas ain't been through shit
    I've dealted tougher than my mother
    Burned down, so much loud
    It's like my address is the clouds
    Ridin slow, creepin on a comeup bitch, bone style

    [Hook:]
    I'm ridin slow, ridin slow
    I'm ridin slow, ridin slow
    My system hot, my cap low
    I'm ridin slow, ridin slow
    I'm ridin slow, ridin slow
    My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow)
    I'm ridin slow (I'm ridin slow)
    Slow, slow
    I'm ridin slow (I'm ridin slow)
    Slow, slow
    I'm ridin slow (I'm ridin slow)
    Slow, slow
    My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow)

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    [Verse 2:]
    Money on my mind, so much money on my mind
    This brilliant brain of mine probly printed with dollar signs
    I done seen hustlers burn bread, get wrapped, turn fed
    Lil niggas get popped not knowing, it ain't they turn yet
    Speedy doing too much, get screwed up
    This loaded black powder, lay yo ass down
    Dead presidents – make that
    Don't ever mistake that
    True love – you can't break that
    Get rode on, race tracks
    Nigga fix yo brake pads
    Don't worry where Jae at
    I'm Harlem like A Fav
    Ride and bumpin ASAP
    Split the dutch ASAP
    Roll that up ASAP
    My barrel bout that audit ah
    You don't wanna face that
    Yo girl jumped in my car late
    Laid on my kids and where her face at?
    Boy I'm killin shit, here's the evidence, where yo trace at?
    RIP PRP's, her match dope with waist at
    I know first place is near the mountain top, I could taste that

    [Hook:]
    I'm ridin slow, ridin slow
    I'm ridin slow, ridin slow
    My system hot, my cap low
    I'm ridin slow, ridin slow
    I'm ridin slow, ridin slow
    My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow)
    I'm ridin slow (I'm ridin slow)
    Slow, slow
    I'm ridin slow (I'm ridin slow)
    Slow, slow
    I'm ridin slow (I'm ridin slow)
    Slow, slow
    My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow)
    I'm ridin slow, ridin slow

    [Outro:]
    Smoke something bitch
    Smoke something
    Smoke something bitch
    Smoke something

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