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(Intro) I went over to her house on Sunday morning. Her moms had just gone to church... (Hook) Drive slow homie, drive slow Drive slow homie, drive slow Drive slow homie, drive slow Shit, my eyes low (Aye, wussup nigga?!) (Verse 1) It's only one way this can work out Drop down, I'mma give you twenty if you scurred out You scurred now, call me the drill sergeant Charge in the apartment like a charger compartment I'm in the walls now, I'm wired up So now the higher up is trying to quiet us, uh Smoke it all in, lord I light it up Just gettin fired up, now she coming like a fire truck She threw the towel in, score for me, awful chic Cause she keep ballin, we showdown like shaolin Slow down for an hour then, sinking deep into the shallow end How you like beef girl? Keep swallowing your food, I'm following your mood in this blue SongtexteI'm here too, but I can't lie like I blew this green on you I blew it on the purple fume and I know I read your mind, right You're bright, you want green of four types like limelight Balancing the kiwi fumes in the tombs Third eye sight, she rolled in the car with three blind mice They chase cheese and don't think twice And for that, some niggas in the cut get sliced, She looking back now, cause she ain't met a nigga as real in the back Down in the shack she throw it back for that willingly She hope I catch children But the mad chilling, in other words I rap feelings Yeah Joey that cat killin', villain I'm catching the cat in the trap, a door she ceiling From some ceilings to Miss Millins, to miss missin' That cat killin', villain I'm catching the cat in the trap, a door she ceiling From some ceilings to Miss Millins, to miss missin' (x4) I keep it lit till I'm burnt out Could tell a chick bye, look how she turned out Aus Songtexte Mania