Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars
While in the distance i hear passing cars
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
They aren't even moving slow,
But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though
You pull up in parking lots
Run away from the cars...
Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Yeah, tell me about the love of ours
Syrup got me so slow
Look how the buzz will grow
And she gives them a blow
That means slower than slow
For makin the game slow,
I miss you at my recent show
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