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Yah, they be like Jarren! Where the fuck you've been, dawg? I'm back nigga, K-K-Kato on the track bitch Slow Motion, this is Volume 2 A pussy nigga what we calling you My pockets right, let's hit a mall or two Ayy me and flick will drink up all the goose The bitches show love to all the crew I rap to get dough, that's all I do Aye middle finger up to all of you! Aye Jarren what happened to Funk Volume? Holy Christ Jesus Cliff Huxtable Drunk enough a fat bitch is fuckable Flashy nigga all my sneakers colorful Nigga shooting outta BMW Still stepping out in my Adidas 1800 in my margarita She gon' let me give her throat a fetus Imma go to sleep and she gon' roll the reefer Told you I'm not a human nigga They watchin us just like the Truman niggas Brass knuckles I would ruin niggas I snapped the neck of fucking two gorillas All this pussy feeling too familiar Oh that's right, that's Kato's mom Letras de cancionesYa'll just talking, ya'll don't spray those guns I eat a rapper like a bagel bun These bitches thinking imma ice they wrist Cause I love they ass and really like they tits Who gased these bitches like they nitrest Oxide, one night the bitch The future's here, we got the microchips Hey really soon I might strike it rich Hey life's a bitch And her sister's a cunt And any second bitch I might just flip All this liquor got me feeling woozy She got lick my dick and fucking hoack a loogie I'll pull the knife and fucking drop the toolie Illess nigga of the top loose-leaf Fuck cancer, send a prayer to Boosie Groupies let me get that oochie koochie I'll kill a bitch and my dick gets cooties A group of moolies bout to spray the uzi! Fuck you Kato All of you talking shit man Appreciate y'all staying patient Slow Motion 2! Yeah Now I bought a ferragamo belt I love the way marijuana smell These dirty bitches let you run a train I call that lil bitch the monorail Niggas can't duck 100 shells This that dope that don't sit on a scale If you niggas really whip the colt Put 100k up for the bail Never used a fucking ghost writer Every fucking word I wrote is fire You ain't hotter than a broke lighter Tell that bitch to ride it like a low-rider In this bitch I'm figting physis nigga Pray for Paris fighting ISIS niggas It ain't even safe up in a church I might stick a knife in niggas Used to sip a little syrup But niggas keep turning up dead They like you niggas is junkies They agenda go over your head Yeah Love it when niggas just dancing in dumb Question the world keep your hand on your gun This is that brand new Slow Motion nigga Volume 2 signing out, I am done From Letras Mania