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lirik lagu king zilla - slow down

[intro]
(atl jacob, atl jacob)
ayy, uh~huh, what the f~ck goin’ on?
(king zilla in this b~tch)
i told her slow down… hold on…
(ddot freeem go stupid, n~gga!)
yeah—nah, b~tch, i ain’t done talkin’
(blegh!)
turn that sh~t the f~ck up!

[chorus]
told that ho to slow down, f~ck you think this is? (skrrt!)
i got guns up in this whip, i ain’t no lil’ ass kid (boom!)
all that talkin’ like you steppin’, you get split for real (bah!)
f~ck your feelings, f~ck your homies, and your daddy k!lled (uh~huh!)
b~tch, i’m loaded off them pills, i can’t even chill
put that .30 on his lip, made that p~ssy kneel (bow!)
yeah, i’m 14, but they think i’m 11—lil’ b~tch, i lied (haha!)
he said smoke? now his mama can’t even identify (b~tch!)

[verse 1]
hop out with a draco, not no motherf~ckin’ bb
shooters on the porch, they pop sh~t while eatin’ wheaties
he a fan, that boy be tweetin’ ’bout me like a groupie
tried to sneak me at the mall, got stomped out in his subis (boom!)
i ain’t go to school, i wеnt to h~ll and brought some demons back (facts!)
caught him at that rеd light, now his whip ain’t ever comin’ back (skrrt!)
pop his brother, then record that sh~t like it’s a f~ckin’ skit (bah!)
told his sister ride my d~ck and keep that p~ssy tight and lit (ayy!)
n~ggas cappin’, say they steppin’? nah, they never did (huh?)
you ain’t catch no opp, you caught a cold and wrote a diss (ha!)
i just bought a glock and named it “b~tch don’t say too much”
silencer on it, it whisper, “shhh,” then blow sh~t up (boom!)
[chorus]
told that ho to slow down, f~ck you think this is? (slow down, ho!)
i got guns up in this whip, i ain’t no lil’ ass kid (not at all!)
all that talkin’ like you steppin’, you get split for real (split!)
f~ck your feelings, f~ck your homies, and your daddy k!lled (bang!)
b~tch, i’m loaded off them pills, i can’t even chill (geeked!)
put that .30 on his lip, made that p~ssy kneel (kneel down!)
yeah, i’m 14, but they think i’m 11—lil’ b~tch, i lied (haha!)
he said smoke? now his mama can’t even identify (gone!)

[verse 2]
b~tch, i’m wildin’ off that drank, i spilled it on my jeans (d~mn!)
told my plug i need a crate, not no lil’ green (facts!)
don’t compare me to these tiktok rappers, i be in the street
you see my name up on that list? then pray before we meet (rah!)
heard he slid? he slid on nothin’, boy, that was a dream (cap!)
tried to rob me? caught him lackin’ at the dairy queen (goofy!)
my opps don’t even post no more, i think they scared of me
put that chop right to his dreads and call it therapy (bow!)

[outro]
(ayy, slow down…)
(b~tch, get your roll on!)
(king zilla don’t f~ck with none of y’all, for real!)
(free the gang, f~ck your dead homie, i meant that)
(music video droppin’ now, b~tch!)

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