Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Slow Down, artist - No Respect. Album song Tunes of Decline, in the genre Ска
Date of issue: 13.10.2011
Record label: Mad Butcher
Song language: English
Never Slow Down |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Yea yea, for real |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Pick out the clip it’s a movie |
You could get that shit exclusive |
I’ll merk your ass then get illusive |
Hideouts in Daytona, Palm Springs, and in Eustis |
I don’t come around you’re a nuisance |
C man is holding my deuces |
Tats on my neck till you lawmakers, debt holders, fuck you I’m useless |
I roll around town with Mike Buseys |
Outcast who don’t give a fuck about you and your truces |
My bitch and my weed and my muses |
I hit them both I’m abusive |
Nothin but true shit in my music |
Your shit is so filled with lies |
I can see how folks listening could think that’s confusing |
I got the juice in my city lil homie |
Dont fuck with me or I’m gonna use it |
It’s time to turn up like an ugly ass bitch gave up her number |
We finna lose it! |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Yea yea, for real |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
I hate these pussy lil boys that be getting my number |
Stay the fuck way from me, I got no time |
There’s shit on my plate, there ain’t no vacancy |
I got some bad bitches chasing me, I got some good girls thats running |
Fuck it I guess nobody dating me |
Stagnant that something I hate to be |
Least if I’m lone and progressing, I guess that shit straight with me |
I’m about to drop me a mixtape I think it was made for me |
Then I’ma spend all my racks, there ain’t none I can take with me |
Fuck how ya feeling I ain’t making friends gotta pay for me |
I’m putting tatts on my face, told my momma to pray for me |
My teacher went and bought a play for me |
Don’t want me serving I told all my snakes not to wait for me |
Used to be at their house faithfully |
Beggin me to come back It’s already too late for me |
I’m just trying to get back home safely |
Count up so much bread we gon start up a bakery |
Y’all want the fakery, I can’t fake shit |
I got something for those sending hate to me |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Yea yea, for real |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Never slow down |
Big shout to my pops |
I ain’t trying to think about it, I’ve been sippin liquor on the rocks |
My momma had a run in with the cops, when she was eight months pregnant |
Hated those mufuckas when I dropped |
Jar full of pills, I’ma go ahead and pop, what will it ever stop |
If dropping dope in the crib something that the feds don’t like |
Guess it’s something they should watch |
I got my money in the streets first here throw it in a knots |
Beals knockin at the door I’m just in the club to host, after that I’m gettin |
ghost |
I’ve just been doing me these bitches they doing the most |
Someone ain’t love them enough as a child, I could tell by the shit that they |
post |
I just pulled up at the coast, drop me a four in a sprite |
Gettin' cash and I don’t mean to boast, let all my naysayers roast |
We ain’t where were suppose to be but sure gettin close |
I can feel that shit coming, just want the money and have me a dos |
Watch me approach pull up with game for the coach |
That ain’t a thing we on tour we’ve been doing this shit for real |
We’ve been doing this shit for real |
We’ve been doing this shit for real |
We’ve been doing this shit for real |