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I tell 'em, "Slow down"
You know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down
I tell 'em, "Slow down"
You know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down
I tell 'em
Ayy, I'm on the case getting sideways
Dolla fo' five on the highway
You know a nigga state to state
On a dolo mission, I got a date with the cake
Wide awoke, 3 A.M
Prolly touch down when the sun come in
Ayy, when them guards hit the gate
I be tired as fuck after that eight-hour race
I come from the land where we swing our cars
Figure 8 Benz concrete leave marks
Call it paid, super-charged
Back to back race the Benz with the four door Porsche
I'm tearin' up tires in this luxury
Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me
Money on my mind, ain't nothin' for free
Tryna keep up with me, but it's nothin' to me
I tell 'em, "Slow down" (Yeah)
You know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me (Uh!)
Slow down (Young Money), slow down
I tell 'em, "Slow down"
You know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me (Yeah, yeah)
Slow down (You know you can't catch me), slow down (You know you can't catch me; Ayy)
I tell 'em
Slow down (Slow down), you know you can't catch me
Hype without fugitive; Snipes Wesley (Wes)
Fuzz get on me, tried to test me, arrest me (Uh)
Wetter than a mothafucka, whip like a jet ski (Lame)
Ride like Presley (Yeah), pills like Graceland
They wanna ship me to Rita and off to reception (Aw)
Nah, ain't tryna see the state pen (Nah!)
I'm Black Scaled out in my Ray-Bans (Yeah)
Diamond-certified, I ain't never lied (Never lied)
I ain't had L's since Pac died (Yeah)
Ridin' through dividers ('Viders)
Couple bundles talking 'bout sliders (Sliders)
Run from the labors, mind's still swift (Swift)
FedEx movement all on the bitch (All on the bitch)
Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift (Yeah)
No frontin', push a button, give a nigga that gift
I tell 'em, "Slow down"
You know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down
I tell 'em, "Slow down"
You know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down (Lemme outta here, ), slow down (, nigga)
I tell 'em
I'm Jeff Gordon in his heyday
Ridin' like Tony Stewart smashing through a two-way (Aha)
Doing 'bout a hundred, kinda burnin' up the Louis (Louis?)
Louis, Louis 13th mothafucka, yeah, Louis
D.U.I. drivin' black, Henny on my lap
Pedal to the floor, with a 808 clap (Clap)
Money motivated, doing sprints when I'm chasin'
And it gotta be a hemi, I don't normally do the basic (Ah-ah)
Six-cylinder, r-really, bruh? (Really?)
Slow it down, keep up (Keep up)
And I'm killin' ya, hope I'm not offendin' ya
See you at the finish line, leavin' em
Burn rubber, bu-burn rubber
This is how we do it when I'm dippin' on a corner (Wha'?)
Burn rubber, bu-burn rubber
This is how we do it in Northern California
I tell 'em, "Slow down"
You know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down
I tell 'em, "Slow down"
You know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down (You know you can't catch me), slow down (You know you can't catch me)
I tell 'em
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