Pioneer Music Group - Slo it Down (feat. Cj Sweets DaSwishaMan & Hollywood Fos)

Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
I've been grinding way too long I think I need to slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Smokin fire for way too long I think I need to slo it
Slo it down
Slo it down
I think I need to slo it down
But I don't think that I know how
I can't live my life on this couch
I'm out in these streets running these routes
Running these plays they call me Dan Fouts
Yea I'm always on the move but for that pay I'm a camp out
And I'm out here on my own vibe
My own wave my own tide
I grew up in them hyphy days so don't get mad when I ghost ride
I'm sliding dipping swerving serving everything is for sale
I remember them nights of playing pinochle in that cell
So I'm never going back and that's a fact Jack
But I'm still nobodies saint so don't be asking what's in my backpack
I put that ass to sleep
Beddy bye you need a knapsack
If you know me then you know I keep it old school just like the Rat Pack
My hustle is timeless
Smoking on the finest
King Sweets DaSwishaMan bitch address me as Your Highness
Everything I touch is gold like I'm Midas you ain't know
Life is so different than it was a year ago
It's a fuckin miracle
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
I've been grinding way too long I think I need to slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Smokin fire for way too long I think I need to slo it
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
I've been grinding way too long I think I need to slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Smokin fire for way too long I think I need to slo it
Slo it down
Slo it down
I've been on it for a while
Every time I pull up now
They hear me coming from a mile
I've been stuntin on these niggaz ever since I was a child
I'm paranoid when I go out
And people follow me around
My grind is on 100 you can barely get a preview
Making haters jealous
I ain't even really mean too
I pull up in that SKERT SKERT
Ain't no need to speed through
Its 2 Miles a hour jus so everybody sees who
Got that beat down low
And my top laid back
Catch me swervin thru yo city wit dem choppers in the lac
I got that 44 mag
And a chopper on they lap
I tried to tell em slow it down but they still don't know how to act
And I could never slow it down
I ain't Bobby Valentino
All them lames washed up
Call em Benzino
Live my life like a Casino
I'm the big Bambino
Niggaz comin for my numbers need to speed up
Or tell em
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
I've been grinding way too long I think I need to slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Smokin fire for way too long I think I need to slo it
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
I've been grinding way too long I think I need to slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Slo it down
Smokin fire for way too long I think I need to slo it

Written by:
Curtis Pierce, Dominic Foster

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