
Slow Motion Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Cool no
Bad Mon
Feed corn out
To whonuu
Chicken and hawk
Well call out voodoo
Nah nah nah
My dolly my dear my lord,
A who Hafi
Call too whoounoo,
Bad Mon take notes
All of the man dem dunce out
No hope and pop down.
No Covid still on lockdown
In the kitchen with pots popchow
I went from owner
Then to a renter
Back to owner
Can't do nothing but roll up
Smelling the aroma
Some man still stuck in the trap
Fell for the trap and powder their nose
Friends turn enemy
Then wanna be friends again?
But I rather play ball
The
Man's dem still stuck in the trap
Start playing with snow
All in their nose
Back door wide open
Tell man's forward I
Still want to uppen the score
Put you on a 3by3
Better yet 3 by 4
Or 10 by 8
Fish fry ready for you
And you in the floor
I see man shaking their hips all zesty
Looks like men wanna be your bestie
Bad B icey she won't let me
Touch it or grab it
she calling me messy
I beat up the gal
Dem pum pum hard
You gotta hit play before you hit pause
Gal Bend over show me your
Ahhh
Bad b, sexy oh my god
My vocals clear
oh now you want to do a feature
But when I was stuck in that bando
Starving No one would help me neither
I feel like Aaliah
Cause age aint shit but a number
I never changed mine
But I changed my accent
Flow like pneumonia
Old friends broke
And some of them older.
But I still got dirt on my shoulders
Chop chop
Yo I need me 1 million
Pass me the lagga
Folks Nem
Gone get you off balance
Running the scene or you running your jabba,
You beat on your hips
Then we calling you
Naaahmall a lie
Cool no
Bad Mon
Feed corn out
To whonuu
Chicken and hawk
Well call out voodoo
Nah nah nah
My dolly my dear my lord,
A who Hafi
Call too whoounoo,
Bad Mon take notes
All of the man dem dunce out
No hope and pop down.
No Covid still on lockdown
In the kitchen with pots popchow
I went from owner
Then to a renter
Back to owner
Can't do nothing but roll up
Smelling the aroma
Some man still stuck in the trap
Fell for the trap and powder their nose
Friends turn enemy
Then wanna be friends again?
But I rather play ball
Just saw some investors spent 250
To be in the grave
I don't want to hear about your drip
I still won't listen like ocean gate
I put my past behind
Start noticing the greys
She started eyeing me
You noticing the Greys
Could never be a loser
Cause I ran with the champions
On the nights when it was cold
My grandmother brought the
Lanterns in.
Kingston 13
To mout Mariah
Junction trafficing.
Meet you out on the loading dock.
I spend my money, investing in plugs
I know that he's buggs
She Felt on the wire
When you gave her a hug
I move all over im doing alright
I don't do drugs
That'll ruin your life
I don't buy shoes if they don't look right
If she gotta bunda name her price
Yeah She could jump in the whip like
Kunta
I just touch down and they fed me jolof foo
I ain't trusting nobody
I came out the lobby's
I made it, I'm famous as you
They been catching those bodies
Like way back in 92
That been a minute
She all on my body
I tell her no limit
But chill on the mystikal
Image
walking with corn and
My pistol is vintage