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blended babies - so slow lyrics

[chorus: anderson .paak]
my old chevy movin’ so slow
but my mind still spinnin’ off of coco
don’t let a n-gga get his money right
don’t leave no hair up on my sport’s coat
young n-gga with a old soul
but my mind still spinnin’ off of coco
don’t let a n-gga get his money right
b-tch – don’t leave no hair up on my sport’s coat

[verse 1: king chip]
i told a mama make these n-ggas pay the fair
have some money leftover when ya done paying me
i’m pimp chip something like a pimp c
i’m out here grippin’ and whippin’ on wood
and ain’t no way i couldn’t be, b-tch
i’m cold up, pulled up to the chevron in my chevy [?]
tell a b-tch to hop out, pump the gas, she was ready
my other stallion hopped out, they hit the store
i rolled the window down, said “grab some backwood”, she said “i know, oh”
stupid -ss n-gga, i’m out here, brought the f-cking doll
i pull up in the [?] and take your b-tch, don’t care what the f-ck you ball
stupid -ss n-gga, i’m out here, brought the f-cking doll
my 72 impala, got some hallow, what you’re hallowin’ ’bout?

[verse 2: anderson .paak]
young n-gga, fresh into some b-tch
my white hoe, got a nose in the fun dip
talk sl1ck, something that she never get to hear
she talk sh-t, it’s only with that other n-gga
ride around – speed slow, these b-tches stand hard, [?]
said, “p do you ever love em?”, (h-ll no!)
nowadays can’t trust, these hoes, (no!)
ol’ stupid -ss n-gga i’m out here what the f-ck you think these hoes be poppin’ that ‘p’ like it’s the cure for pancreas disease (woah!)
ol’ stupid -ss n-gga, i’m out here what the f-ck you think
i’ll turn a basic b-tch into a motherf-cking mvp

- blended babies lyrics

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