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jarren benton - slow motion intro lyrics

[intro]
yah, they be like jarren!
where the f-ck you’ve been, dawg?
i’m back n-gga, k-k-kato on the track b-tch

[verse 1]
slow motion, this is volume 2
a p-ssy n-gga what we calling you
my pockets right, let’s hit a mall or two
ayy me and fl1ck will drink up all the goose
the b-tches 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 b-tch is f-ckable
flashy n-gga all my sneakers colorful
n-gga 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 n-gga
they watchin us just like the truman n-ggas
br-ss knuckles i would ruin n-ggas
i snapped the neck of f-cking two gorillas
all this p-ssy feeling too familiar
oh that’s right, that’s kato’s mom
ya’ll just talking, ya’ll don’t spray those guns
i eat a rapper like a bagel bun
these b-tches thinking imma ice they wrist
cause i love they -ss and really like they t-ts
who gased these b-tches like they nitrous
oxide, one night the b-tch
the future’s here, we got the microchips
hey really soon i might strike it rich
hey life’s a b-tch
and her sister’s a c-nt
and any second b-tch i might just flip
all this liquor got me feeling woozy
she got l1ck my d-ck and f-cking hoack a loogie
i’ll pull the knife and f-cking drop the toolie
illess n-gga of the top loose-leaf
f-ck cancer, send a prayer to boosie
groupies let me get that oochie koochie
i’ll k!ll a b-tch and my d-ck gets cooties
a group of moolies bout to spray the uzi!

[interlude]
f-ck you kato
all of you talking sh-t man
appreciate y’all staying patient
slow motion 2!

[verse 2]
yeah
now i bought a ferragamo belt
i love the way marijuana smell
these dirty b-tches let you run a train
i call that lil b-tch the monorail
n-ggas can’t duck 100 sh-lls
this that dope that don’t sit on a scale
if you n-ggas really whip the colt
put 100k up for the bail
never used a f-cking ghost writer
every f-cking word i wrote is fire
you ain’t hotter than a broke lighter
tell that b-tch to ride it like a low-rider
in this b-tch i’m figting vices n-gga
pray for paris fighting isis n-ggas
it ain’t even safe up in a church
i might stick a knife in n-ggas
used to sip a little syrup
but n-ggas keep turning up dead
they like you n-ggas is junkies
they agenda go over your head
yeah
love it when n-ggas just dancing in dumb
question the world keep your hand on your gun
this is that brand new slow motion n-gga
volume 2 signing out, i am done

- jarren benton lyrics

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