Letras Slow Down - Derek Minor, Tedashii, Tony Tillman

Slow Down

Tell them, tell them boys pour up, drink till you throw up\nIf they, if they hatin', hatin' you gon' tell 'em get their dough up\nParty, party, party through the night till the sun up\nHustlin', hustlin' all day, no breaks till you come up\nYou better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)\nYou better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)\nYou got green, purp, brown, white, gone almost every night\nBad one at the crib, when you get home she gon' get you right\nYou don’t play games and they know what’s up\nIf it ever go bad you gon' pop your trunk\nAnd you spend dough on that Keisha, them boys better duck when they see it\nYou got plenty guns, if you need to, you gon' fire off with that nina\nIt’s get dough, then more dough, it’s smoke dro, then more dro\nYou feel like that’s real life? Oh no\nGet all the girls that you want, that ain’t gon' make you a man\nWaste all the time that you want, you ain’t gon' get it again\nBody yourself and keep thinkin' you winnin'\nBut you know in your heart that this ain’t really livin'\nI am your brother, I want so much more for you\nYou could be more if you listened and slowed down\nYou ain’t really 'bout that life, you ain’t never been in no trap\nYou ain’t never bust no strap, bang no loud, you ain’t never sold no crack\nSee the only thing you poppin' is a pill, homie chill\nTear drop on your cheek, but we know that ain’t real, who you killed?\nTalk so hard my dude but we know it ain’t true, I know that’s fake\nYou claim you what? Hold up, who initiated you? It’s cool, I’ll wait\nSee I know real killers, real killers, real gang bangers, real drug dealers\nAnd they ride around with that work, and tell me they don’t go to church cause\nthey thugs\nAnd they pack them pistols in the back of vans\nSeasoned shooters holding Zatarain’s\nLight your block up like Afghanistan, duh, duh, duh, duh, choppers like a\nTaliban\nHomie understand, when you playin' with the flame\nThat you’re bound to get hurt\nTryin' to be a bad boy, 'posed to mess around and get smart\nBut we know you ain’t down to get murked\nYou better slow down\nMan, hold up, tell them boys to pour up\nI love the feelin' till you kneelin' on the floor to throw up\nMan, hold up, see I done came down\nWe either snoozin' or we doin' time\nEither way we losin' time\nWe tell them boys to slow down, they like what for?\nCause it’s about to go down, oh you ain’t know bruh?\nAll of it, yeah all of it, ruins lives but y’all all love it\nI ain’t innocent though cause we all does it\nBut I’m close enough to see it’s all nothin'\nChasin' after the wind, you never will win\nIt feels good again and again but leaves you empty again in the end\nChasin' after the wind, you never will win\nIt feels good again and again but leaves you empty again in the end\nHold up\nTell them boys pour up (Choppers like a Taliban)\nTell 'em get their dough up\nParty, party, party (Feel like that’s real life)\nHustlin', hustlin' all day, no breaks til ya come up\nYou better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)\nYou better s-s-s-slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)