Lose Weight Slowed N Chopped Remix - Remix

Yeah she turned ya down
She said she don't like how ya foot pound
With no rhythm on the ground
How you end up tightly wound
With a solemn frown
Sweat dripping from your brow
5 min bout then you sitting down
She looking at me now
She like the way I get loud
She like how I get that clout
She told me she wants it for hours
And I better have the stamina
When facing this challenge bruh
You know I chose to

Get up on that game plan
Used to be a man
Pushing 3 hundo straight fat
Not so attractive lame, trash
Manipulation nothing ever lasting
So I flipped it up and every day
I say these words that's facts

Lose weight motherfucker lose weight
Get in shape motherfucker look great
Lose weight motherfucker lose weight
If you wanna get laid
What you bringing to the game
Motherfucker lose weight

Get in shape motherfucker
Fuck her great
Make that pussy spray
Make her sore for days
Make her legs shake
Don't just say a bunch of game
And expect her to make it rain
While you sit n lay
Gotta penetrate with sense and grace
Rhythmically gyrate
Fucking up the pace
Interval training
Reverse to my training
Fantasy's conjure up in my brain
Like maybe I can lay her down to sleep
Multiples in her memories
Round after round like we heavyweight
See them bells be ringing
But what bout sirens singing
Other realms of living
Seduced by the nifty inklings
Of pursuits different than sickly
Athletics bringing opportunity
Rock climbing's a flex
Pique that interest
Get it motherfucker lose weight
Competition heavy
Whining sets the levels petty
Crying letting my appetite
Wetten her thighs
I tickle her mind and you be fickle
Your future's got no design
I'ma get it like effort's
Measured in calories
Fitting in tighter seam lines
This ladder I climb
This less than alternative grind
Sometimes regular's
All it takes to seduce a mind

Get up on that game plan
Used to be a man
Pushing 3 hundo straight fat
Not so attractive lame, trash
Manipulation nothing ever lasting
So I flipped it up and every day
I say these words that's facts

Lose weight motherfucker lose weight
Get in shape motherfucker look great
Lose weight motherfucker lose weight
If you wanna get laid
What you bringing to the game
Motherfucker lose weight

Motherfucker get in shape
This is competition and game
Differentiates between lames
And fiction addicts full of sayings
I'm playing like
Death is forever waiting
And clipping commitment
Sets my soul up for the claiming
Google metabolic age
Yo I ain't doing great
Sure I made some changes
But my grave's come early
As my shape deals with decay
Real talk I think of the stage
Bouncing like a dog let out the cage
Literally dance the pain away
Cuz I got stamina
To fucking go for days
Natural no stimulants for these gains
Just patience rest days
To keep the joints safe
Fuck it I'ma run a 42 K one day

Lose weight motherfucker lose weight
Get in shape motherfucker look great
Lose weight motherfucker lose weight
If you wanna get laid
What you bringing to the game
Motherfucker lose weight
Motherfucker lose weight
Get in shape motherfucker look great
Lose weight motherfucker lose weight
If you wanna get laid
What you bringing to the game
Motherfucker lose weight

Get up on that game plan
Used to be a man
Pushing 3 hundo straight fat
Not so attractive lame, trash
Manipulation nothing ever lasting
So I flipped it up and every day
I say these words that's facts

Ayo making gains
I'ma run a 42 K one day
Marathon runner baby
You know I'll fuck like a marathon runner baby



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Writer(s): Holden Roy
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