Slo
Get on top and take over control
Bitch just come to me, he'll never know
I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it slow
Get on top and take over control
Bitch just come to me, he'll never know
I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it, ta-take it, take it
Slow, I'll be there in a minute
Every ounce of innocence I lost to be lieutenant
Of the energy I'm spendin'
Fightin' off desire for these bitches
Just like witches
Often sendin' wicked images
(Could you) be, oh so sweet, oh so bad
Downright villainous
Grab the apple off the tree of knowledge, started peelin' it
Keep her true intentions and her feelings un-revealed in this
Spider web affliction, stickin' tight like my addictions
Or constriction but she venomous
Evil like insidious
Claws in my back show the tax of these privileges
She took another shot, rolled a blunt, and popped a pill
And told me, baby you should know, I'm just tryna take it slow
Get on top and take over control
Bitch just come to me, he'll never know
I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it slow
Let me hit it from the back
Back it up now
I need it right now
It's boutta go down
I'll be there in a minute
So please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it slow
Boutta hit 'em with the heat
Motherfucker gotta eat
Where tha bread, where tha beef
DOK never hit no peaks
Mama never loved us
Daddy never hugged us
Skinny as fuck
Mentally fucked up
I don't do too much, I don't show off like I could
You might see too much, you might get more than I would
Can't accept myself, cant accept love like I should
But I don't need no help
I don't need no help I'm good
Get on top and take over control
Bitch just come to me, he'll never know
I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it slow
Let me hit it from the back
Back it up now
I need it right now
It's boutta go down
I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it slow
Tell you step up like you need your rep up
Get you set up then she get you wet up
They say life is a bitch, she's a test bruh
They say life goes by fast, so I guess that death is slow
Bitch just come to me, he'll never know
I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it slow
Get on top and take over control
Bitch just come to me, he'll never know
I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it, ta-take it, take it
Slow, I'll be there in a minute
Every ounce of innocence I lost to be lieutenant
Of the energy I'm spendin'
Fightin' off desire for these bitches
Just like witches
Often sendin' wicked images
(Could you) be, oh so sweet, oh so bad
Downright villainous
Grab the apple off the tree of knowledge, started peelin' it
Keep her true intentions and her feelings un-revealed in this
Spider web affliction, stickin' tight like my addictions
Or constriction but she venomous
Evil like insidious
Claws in my back show the tax of these privileges
She took another shot, rolled a blunt, and popped a pill
And told me, baby you should know, I'm just tryna take it slow
Get on top and take over control
Bitch just come to me, he'll never know
I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it slow
Let me hit it from the back
Back it up now
I need it right now
It's boutta go down
I'll be there in a minute
So please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it slow
Boutta hit 'em with the heat
Motherfucker gotta eat
Where tha bread, where tha beef
DOK never hit no peaks
Mama never loved us
Daddy never hugged us
Skinny as fuck
Mentally fucked up
I don't do too much, I don't show off like I could
You might see too much, you might get more than I would
Can't accept myself, cant accept love like I should
But I don't need no help
I don't need no help I'm good
Get on top and take over control
Bitch just come to me, he'll never know
I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it slow
Let me hit it from the back
Back it up now
I need it right now
It's boutta go down
I'll be there in a minute, so please don't hit my phone
I'm just tryna help you take it slow
Tell you step up like you need your rep up
Get you set up then she get you wet up
They say life is a bitch, she's a test bruh
They say life goes by fast, so I guess that death is slow
Credits
Writer(s): Staig Aron Flynn, Adam Lee Ramey, William Edward Iii Lauderdale, Francisco Guzman, Trevor Luke Norgren, Robert Nathaniel Sebastian, Tremayn Benjamin Scott
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