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slowkey fred & even steven – rip lyrics

rip slowkey fred $ even steven
slow key…
even… steven

[pre-hook: even steven]
r.i.p. all my haters
r.i.p all my old hoes
pray to god i get mor’ dough
sauced it up like mojo
bring it back like yoyo
donald frost like fro-yo
rich n-gg- like jojo
horsepower like polo

[hook: slowkey fred]
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em

verse 1: slowkey
riding around in a four door
i’m riding round with four hoes
got sauce just like a 4 fo’ 4
control a hoe like a dell remote
blue hunnids like an o.g. load
i got it made like i’m tokyo
double cup of the antidote
and i been dropped off the patio
cameras on me like i’m benji, did it
i’m gased up on my louis fitted
h-llcat with the window’s tinted
the privacy when she gave me denim
don’t save numbers, i’m like who is this
like atl, i’m the newest sh-t
trouble makers, we the newest cliche
and i dog b-tches like i’m micheal vick
and i’m still f-cking all my old hoes
for some reason i can’t let em go
black b-tch like an oreo
and a white hoe eat a center tho
coupe came with a mac-10
an i cause trouble like a bad kid
adding numbers like a maverick
change yo b-tch life like an accent

[hook: slowkey fred]
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em

[verse 2: even steven]
dirty money my atlanta
i call my dogs
all my b-lls, baby licking
n-gg-s sleeves, flick em
r.i.p to the old me
never talk to the police
in the house like sophie
my wrist lock like i’m goldie
shawty -ss go b-m, b-m, b-m
she wanna f-ck like sum, sum, sum
snake’s skin denim on me
montana layin b-tch i’m tony

n-gg-s joke like pinocheto
my n-gg-s wild like a rodeo
i’m pulling up in that holy ghost
its go a hunnid like a roller coast
i ain’t’ really talking high school
i was tryna make the right moves
my chains shine like night school
and you know they wetter than a typhoon
i’m in a rari, f-ck a phantom
im fill the room, f-ck my manners
i got hitters in atlanta
even steven, black panther

[hook: slowkey fred]
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em
cemetery, denim, i got dead people in ’em

- slowkey fred even steven lyrics

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