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550 – too slow lyrics

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[intro: 550]
ooh, yeah
ooh, yeah (let the band play)
ooh, yeah (ayy, marc, what it do?)
ooh, yeah (5)

[chorus: 550]
trap, it was movin’ too slow, n+gga gotta go in the field with ’em
can’t f+ck with no naggin’ ass ho, n+gga don’t even wanna deal with ’em
n+gga trap still out the spot, even though i kept it too real with ’em
last plug, had to run up a tab, d+mn near got to a mil’ with ’em
smokin’, eyes closed like a j+panese
no lemon pound, got master p’s
chokin’ out hoes like wrestling
p+ssy too sl!ck like vaseline
callin’ my phone, don’t ask for me
n+ggas slide with hundred rounds just for me
paper plate, n+gga, no tag with me
i’ma catch a murder, don’t ask for me

[verse 1: 550]
gotta catch a body, knock his top off
fake shoes, n+gga rockin’ knockoffs
ridin’ down ocean with the top off
[?][0:45]
bad lil’ b+tch speak spanish
hundred all blues what i’m havin’
n+gga, down the road, wasn’t rappin’
n+gga, down the road, we was trappin’
n+gga, down the road, we was cappin’
n+gga, down the road, livin’ lavish
four guards, five bombs
telephones in one
got the weed in too
x pills and the lean
place an order, get some clean
b+tch solid, mr. clean
mouthpiece sold a dream
my main guard brought me wings
hustle, dawg, anything
dummy bale, pull schemes, yeah

[chorus: 550]
trap, it was movin’ too slow, n+gga gotta go in the field with ’em
can’t f+ck with no naggin’ ass ho, n+gga don’t even wanna deal with ’em
n+gga trap still out the spot, even though i kept it too real with ’em
last plug, had to run up a tab, d+mn near got to a mil’ with ’em
smokin’, eyes closed like a j+panese
no lemon pound, got master p’s
chokin’ out hoes like wrestling
p+ssy too sl!ck like vaseline
callin’ my phone, don’t ask for me
n+ggas slide with hundred rounds just for me
paper plate, n+gga, no tag with me
i’ma catch a murder, don’t ask for me

[verse 2: young scooter]
trap beatin’ like a drummer
og gas, ridin’ hundred all summer (jugg)
get a n+gga ass smashed, don’t think about it, i don’t believe in karma
i got a lot of commas (commas)
i’m talkin’ m’s (count up)
i got trees (trees)
i ain’t talkin’ timbs (only big gas)
half these n+ggas so broke
man, i don’t even wanna deal with ’em (f+ck ’em)
n+gga ain’t got a stripe to his name
follow his partner with real millions (no cap)
half these hoes so broke, i switch up phones, can’t deal with ’em (yeah)
flight risk, i owe my last plug like two million, street

[chorus: 550]
trap, it was movin’ too slow, n+gga gotta go in the field with ’em
can’t f+ck with no naggin’ ass ho, n+gga don’t even wanna deal with ’em
n+gga trap still out the spot, even though i kept it too real with ’em
last plug, had to run up a tab, d+mn near got to a mil’ with ’em
smokin’, eyes closed like a j+panese
no lemon pound, got master p’s
chokin’ out hoes like wrestling
p+ssy too sl!ck like vaseline
callin’ my phone, don’t ask for me
n+ggas slide with hundred rounds just for me
paper plate, n+gga, no tag with me
i’ma catch a murder, don’t ask for me

[outro]
(break bread)
(will+a+fool)