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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) 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 Cuz 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 Letras de cancionesI’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) (Verse) 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 From Letras Mania