Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Riding Slow, artist - Jae Millz. Date of issue: 04.02.2013
Song language: English
Riding Slow |
| I’m ridin slow, I’m ridin slow |
| Millzie! |
| I’m ridin slow, I’m ridin slow |
| Yo, yo |
| Light it |
| I’m ridin slow, I’m ridin slow |
| Let me get Louie gang bang for this one baby |
| I’m ridin slow |
| Check me out |
| Money on my mind, so much money on my mind |
| This brilliant brain of mine probly printed with dollar signs |
| And please don’t compare these other suckers lines to mine |
| Cause I’m killin my whole class. |
| Forgive me Columbine |
| Line from the bottom of the gutta |
| My steerin wheel leather, my pistol grip rubber |
| No detective but I’m probly up in New York undercover |
| On some molly with some dotties, you’re telling her that I love her |
| Rolling like Gunplay up in this motherfucker |
| And we all bout that Gunplay up in this motherfucker |
| My team like none other, my weed funny color |
| Harlem hustler cop coupes and tear the roof off like Busta |
| Til they rup me in my grave I’m screamin death to all suckas |
| You’s niggas ain’t been through shit |
| I’ve dealted tougher than my mother |
| Burned down, so much loud |
| It’s like my address is the clouds |
| Ridin slow, creepin on a comeup bitch, bone style |
| I’m ridin slow, ridin slow |
| I’m ridin slow, ridin slow |
| My system hot, my cap low |
| I’m ridin slow, ridin slow |
| I’m ridin slow, ridin slow |
| My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow) |
| I’m ridin slow (I'm ridin slow) |
| Slow, slow |
| I’m ridin slow (I'm ridin slow) |
| Slow, slow |
| I’m ridin slow (I'm ridin slow) |
| Slow, slow |
| My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow) |
| Money on my mind, so much money on my mind |
| This brilliant brain of mine probly printed with dollar signs |
| I done seen hustlers burn bread, get wrapped, turn fed |
| Lil niggas get popped not knowing, it ain’t they turn yet |
| Speedy doing too much, get screwed up |
| This loaded black powder, lay yo ass down |
| Dead presidents — make that |
| Don’t ever mistake that |
| True love — you can’t break that |
| Get rode on, race tracks |
| Nigga fix yo brake pads |
| Don’t worry where Jae at |
| I’m Harlem like A Fav |
| Ride and bumpin ASAP |
| Split the dutch ASAP |
| Roll that up ASAP |
| My barrel bout that audit ah |
| You don’t wanna face that |
| Yo girl jumped in my car late |
| Laid on my kids and where her face at? |
| Boy I’m killin shit, here’s the evidence, where yo trace at? |
| RIP PRP’s, her match dope with waist at |
| I know first place is near the mountain top, I could taste that |
| I’m ridin slow, ridin slow |
| I’m ridin slow, ridin slow |
| My system hot, my cap low |
| I’m ridin slow, ridin slow |
| I’m ridin slow, ridin slow |
| My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow) |
| I’m ridin slow (I'm ridin slow) |
| Slow, slow |
| I’m ridin slow (I'm ridin slow) |
| Slow, slow |
| I’m ridin slow (I'm ridin slow) |
| Slow, slow |
| My car kushed out, watch it flow (watch me flow) |
| I’m ridin slow, ridin slow |
| Smoke something bitch |
| Smoke something |
| Smoke something bitch |
| Smoke something |