Lyrics “Take it Slow” – Skippa Da Flippa feat. Offset
Yeah, he thought it’s sweet, yeah
F*ck on a freak, yeah
I made a hundred this week, yeah
Yeah, I popped a perky I’m geeked, yeah
F*ck on that freak on the sheets, yeah
Pull up in drop top rover hova
I feel like Hova, yeah
I pour a Folger Folger, yeah
Surrounded by dogs and cobras, yeah
Huh, yeah we some soldiers, uh
Put that lil bi*ch on a bolster
Stick in your mouth, you get motored
I heard that pussy boy told it
Folded, we knowed it
We knew that you ni*gas wasn’t ’bout it ’bout it
Just bought the Bentley, didn’t want the Masi
I put a two hundred thou’ deposit
I made the profit, think I’m luminati
When I board on my jet I’ma count up the check
Icey Patek, I just put the baguettes
Sippin’ on Actavis with a lil Tech
Yes, yeah, I got a big check
Run to the money but I never sweat
Yes, yes, go to the check, ayy
How does it feel to get mils
Count up the mils and I get me a chill
Put her on percocet pills
Get on your knees, bi*ch you know what it is
Ah, I turn a beast on these ni*gas
Ah, I bet my bankroll is bigger
Ah, we do not f*ck with these ni*gas
Ah, we from the Nawf and we killers
Borrowed, remember the time when Vic told
Remember Westside had the Tahoe
Drop top Mustangs, we drive those
That was like back in ’09 though
We had the nine like Rondo
What the f*ck I’ma be lyin’ for
Flip what you doin’ with that blindfold
Take it slow, pour a four, f*ck a ho, let it go
Take it slow, pour a four, f*ck a ho, let her go
F*ck a ho, let her go, f*ck a ho, let her go
Take it slow, pour a four, f*ck a ho, let it go
Take it slow, pour a four, f*ck a ho, let it go
Take it slow, pour a four, f*ck a ho, let her go
F*ck a ho, let her go, f*ck a ho, let her go
Said they want old school Impala
What would she do for a dollar
If you suck it then you better swallow
And she sucked the whole team up just for a follow
Clean co*eine, I’m a dope fiend
Twenty-four pints of Act like I’m Kobe
Six nugget rings, seven diamond chains
OG Flippa, you can never hold me
Get back-end when I show up, hold up
Only the cookie I roll up, pour up
Pull out a fifty then go up, slow up
We having humor, you know it, you know us
Just copped the Lam and I paint that bi*ch yellow
RIP Lo, and the grunts for the L-O
I go with the flow, that means I take it mellow
My rings look like Nuggets, you’ll think that I’m Melo
Margiella stepper, only chasing cheddar
I could do it better, 1K for the sweater
I’m a trendsetter, Flippa Hugh Hefner
Diamonds water but I want ’em little wetter
Ni*gas snitching in the hood, man I wish a ni*ga would
Lil baby love to ride the wood
Would you shoot her if you could
We having so we do the most
Pull out the hover car, put up the Ghost
We popped a pint and then we have a toast
Tell him lay off if he play with the yo
Safe house in the Madison
If it’s beef then we at’ed them
I’m from the Nawf, that’s the trenches
Shoot first, didn’t matter then
Borrowed, remember the time when Vic told
Remember Westside had the Tahoe
Drop top Mustangs, we drive those
That was like back in ’09 though
We had the nine like Rondo
What the f*ck I’ma be lyin’ for
Flip what you doin’ with that blindfold
Take it slow, pour a four, f*ck a ho, let it go
Take it slow, pour a four, f*ck a ho, let her go
F*ck a ho, let her go, f*ck a ho, let her go
Take it slow, pour a four, f*ck a ho, let it go
Take it slow, pour a four, f*ck a ho, let it go
Take it slow, pour a four, f*ck a ho, let her go
F*ck a ho, let her go, f*ck a ho, let her go…
