You moving slow (Back hand)

That's my slap on ya ass
With the back hand

That's my slap on ya ass
With the back hand

It's like a red carpet event
With the conversation
Where you graduated from
What faction you in
Not congregation
My Ski-mask flow
Ready to pull another caper

Nothing stupid about me
Trying to get paid by you
But check it

I wanna sex you up

Clint-Love
Here I came again

She tricked me with her rap style
Got me trying
To get paid by a broad
Now they say
If you make them smile
You can get em
If you make them look stupid
You can have sex with them
She tricked me with her rap style
Made me with to get paid
By a broad with money

They say
If you make them smile
You can get em
If you make them look stupid
You can have sex with them

Now where I'm from
Gay politics represent
Whats represented
But where you from
Is really weak to
Where I'm from
Because broke, have to get fixed
And aint nobody yelling
Its a set up in ya mind
When we coming
It's like
I dare you

Did it

We done slid off
Like this

Eating
No buffet plate

I got em looking stupid
Call me, what they all me
Then they turn around
And feeding the poor
I feed myself

I make myself invisible

And reappear

I make myself invisible
Then reappear
With cha pockets rabbit ears
Ya purses turned inside out
Talking about that fraud
You don't even know
That straight woman
And you putting her down
What that tell you

Not talking to you
Talking to the one next to you
You with a pack of punks
And gonna get played
Like ah suckah

I take my glasses off
When I'm gambling in a casino
Card playing
Like taking a selfie
With not glare from the sun
I'm in the shadows again
Looking for
A prey in the game of big headed

You big headed and you moving slow
You big headed and you don't even know

I'm sliding by doing ah hundred
In the seventy
Five miles over
Take that chance

He keep his heater on him
Strap on
I had ah ask him
Do you sleep with it
He said
Do you wanna sleep with me
To see
He big headed
He don't even know
He big headed
Think he moving fast
But he moving slow

What's that weed called
That make you drowsy
Slide some on him
Now I slide up like this
But smoke something
Tell him
You cool you done had enough
Whatever you do
This slide something on him
Like I slide up-like this
And when he
Half yours
I'm keeping all the jewelry
Cuz you in his circle
You gon be seen with it

No boast but its sold
We have different taste
In jewelry

This how I look
In mine
This how I be with mine
This how I look in mines
This how I be with mine

Sliding off again
But you moving slow
You not moving fast
You moving slow

I made um smile
I made um look stupid
Sex and the money
Get the money

Me and my homie from yo city
We like a tag team
He eat it
And I stick it
Doggy
Doggy
And when I slap that ass
I'm ma back hand it



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Writer(s): Albert Simms
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