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550 - too slow lyrics
[intro: 550]
ooh, yeah
ooh, yeah (let the band play)
ooh, yeah (ayy, marc, what it do?)
ooh, yeah (5)
[chorus: 550]
trap, it was movin’ too slow, n_gga gotta go in the field with ’em
can’t f_ck with no naggin’ ass ho, n_gga don’t even wanna deal with ’em
n_gga trap still out the spot, even though i kept it too real with ’em
last plug, had to run up a tab, d_mn near got to a mil’ with ’em
smokin’, eyes closed like a j_panese
no lemon pound, got master p’s
chokin’ out hoes like wrestling
p_ssy too sl!ck like vaseline
callin’ my phone, don’t ask for me
n_ggas slide with hundred rounds just for me
paper plate, n_gga, no tag with me
i’ma catch a murder, don’t ask for me
[verse 1: 550]
gotta catch a body, knock his top off
fake shoes, n_gga rockin’ knockoffs
ridin’ down ocean with the top off
[?][0:45]
bad lil’ b_tch speak spanish
hundred all blues what i’m havin’
n_gga, down the road, wasn’t rappin’
n_gga, down the road, we was trappin’
n_gga, down the road, we was cappin’
n_gga, down the road, livin’ lavish
four guards, five bombs
telephones in one
got the weed in too
x pills and the lean
place an order, get some clean
b_tch solid, mr. clean
mouthpiece sold a dream
my main guard brought me wings
hustle, dawg, anything
dummy bale, pull schemes, yeah
[chorus: 550]
trap, it was movin’ too slow, n_gga gotta go in the field with ’em
can’t f_ck with no naggin’ ass ho, n_gga don’t even wanna deal with ’em
n_gga trap still out the spot, even though i kept it too real with ’em
last plug, had to run up a tab, d_mn near got to a mil’ with ’em
smokin’, eyes closed like a j_panese
no lemon pound, got master p’s
chokin’ out hoes like wrestling
p_ssy too sl!ck like vaseline
callin’ my phone, don’t ask for me
n_ggas slide with hundred rounds just for me
paper plate, n_gga, no tag with me
i’ma catch a murder, don’t ask for me
[verse 2: young scooter]
trap beatin’ like a drummer
og gas, ridin’ hundred all summer (jugg)
get a n_gga ass smashed, don’t think about it, i don’t believe in karma
i got a lot of commas (commas)
i’m talkin’ m’s (count up)
i got trees (trees)
i ain’t talkin’ timbs (only big gas)
half these n_ggas so broke
man, i don’t even wanna deal with ’em (f_ck ’em)
n_gga ain’t got a stripe to his name
follow his partner with real millions (no cap)
half these hoes so broke, i switch up phones, can’t deal with ’em (yeah)
flight risk, i owe my last plug like two million, street
[chorus: 550]
trap, it was movin’ too slow, n_gga gotta go in the field with ’em
can’t f_ck with no naggin’ ass ho, n_gga don’t even wanna deal with ’em
n_gga trap still out the spot, even though i kept it too real with ’em
last plug, had to run up a tab, d_mn near got to a mil’ with ’em
smokin’, eyes closed like a j_panese
no lemon pound, got master p’s
chokin’ out hoes like wrestling
p_ssy too sl!ck like vaseline
callin’ my phone, don’t ask for me
n_ggas slide with hundred rounds just for me
paper plate, n_gga, no tag with me
i’ma catch a murder, don’t ask for me
[outro]
(break bread)
(will_a_fool)
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