Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F Slo, artist - BrainDate of issue: 13.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
F Slo |
| Hey man, the way these bitches when they fuck on us |
| This shit, the friction in this shit hurt bro |
| You gotta talk to them bro |
| Ok |
| I tell her, I tell her, I tell her |
| Chill, girl. |
| We should chill, girl |
| You been humpin' on me too fast, keep it real girl |
| The brain on the same page |
| Fucking another one, «Damn, LD how do you slow a hoe down?» |
| I’m 'bout to show a hoe how |
| Baby girl, let’s slow it down (yeah) |
| Drill her when I’m in it, I admit it |
| But I hate it when these bitches ridin' dick super quick |
| Aggressive ass movements hurt my dick (ow) |
| I don’t know why, just the way my dick was built (oh) |
| Getting the impression when they get up on erection that they think it’d be |
| impressive just to go full tilt (fast) |
| 0 to 100 bitches going full Wilt |
| Seriously afraid that my dick might wilt (hurts) |
| Out and 'bout with my Spanish bitch |
| Throw that hoe a middle management at the Radisson |
| Why she hoppin' on the brain like a savage bitch? |
| She fuck me ravenous |
| I’m assessing damages, shit |
| Coronating all the money bags |
| Coronating all the fucking ass |
| Orating, I don’t like it fast |
| Pores chafing when she fuck me fast |
| (And the Brain don’t even got no dick) |
| (Woah) But I got a dick, and I’m tryin’a do it like this |
| Let me fuck slow on you girl |
| Let me fuck slow on you girl |
| Where them hoes lookin' bomber than a landmine? |
| Will my bros that be fuckin' on 'em stay alive? |
| Let me fuck slow on you girl (chill, girl) |
| Let me fuck slow on you girl (said chill, girl) |
| And the Brain got them bitches on stand-by |
| And the Brain getting hungry Raisin Bran time |
| Chill girl, we should chill, girl (we should chill, girl) |
| I’ve been looking at them ol' breasts since they real, girl |
| Thinking through the words like I read it |
| Esketit like a Brain, if you see a tight end then he toss like Bennett |
| 1 in 7 down, going down like credit |
| Don’t get shook like lettuce (lettuce) |
| Brain tryin’a get fucked |
| Brain tryin’a get sucked |
| Brain been lit for a month |
| Fucked a bitch on that kiss cam |
| Yeah I been doing my thing |
| LD now they been checking for Brain |
| Hey, we should go flirt with this dame, kay? |
| She should come flirt with the Brain |
| But this bitch has it all like a Genuardi’s |
| Now my mouth is watering just like my spot for Hardee’s |
| I’ma go chill with the girl be back all day |
| Young L, I got a knack for hauling that |
| I might even get up in the bathroom stall with that |
| Please, you ain’t been fucking like Brain |
| I got this shit like a car alarm when that car is parked around thieves (ooh) |
| Got this shit like gardener that’s in charge of all of your trees (ooh) |
| Young LD got a poppin ass shirt check |
| Backstory, kinda poppin, where’s my work check? |
| I might even go up to the bar and cover her check |
| And then you’ll say what? |
| Let me fuck slow on you girl |
| Let me fuck slow on you girl |
| Where them hoes lookin' bomber than a landmine? |
| Will my bros that be fuckin' on 'em stay alive? |
| Let me fuck slow on you girl (chill, girl) |
| Let me fuck slow on you girl (said chill, girl) |
| And the Brain got them bitches on stand-by |
| And the Brain getting hungry, Raisin Bran time |
| I fuck, I fuck with Raisin Bran so heavy |
| That shit hard |
| Brain |