F Slo lyrics

[Intro: Brain and Lil di*ky]
Brain
LD
Ey man, the way these b*tches when they f*ck on us
Th- sh- the friction, this sh*t hurt bro
You gotta talk to them bro
Ok...

[Verse 1: Lil di*ky and Brain]
I tell her, I tell her, I tell her
Chill, girl (ey)
We should chill girl (chill chill chill)
You been humpin' on me too fast, keep it real girl
The Brain on the same page
f*cking another one
Damn, LD
How do you slow a hoe down? (Ewuh)
I'm 'bout to show a hoe how
Aye, Baby girl let's slow it down, yeah
Drill her when I'm in it, I admit it
But I hate it when these b*tches ridin' di*k super quick (ay)
Aggressive ass movements hurt my di*k (ow)
I don't know why, just the way my di*k was built (ah)
Getting the impression when they get up on erection that they think it'd be impressive just to go full tilt (fast)
0 to 100 b*tches going full Wilt (ow)
Seriously afraid that my di*k might wilt (hurts)
[Verse 2: Brain]
(Brain)
Out n' 'bout with my Spanish b*tch (Brain)
Told that hoe I'm middle management at the Radisson (aaath)
Why she hoppin' on the brain like a savage b*tch? (oo-ah)
She f*ck me ravenous (oo-ah-uh)
I'm assessing damages, sh*t (Brain, Brain)
Coordinating all the money bags
Coordinating all the f*cking ass
Orating, I don't like it fast (yeah)
Pores chafing when she f*ck me fast
Ey-ey-eyye-ey-ey
And the Brain don't even got no di*k (woah)
Woah, But I got a di*k
And I'm tryna' do it like this

[Chorus: Lil di*ky and Brain]
Let me f*ck slow on you girl (uuuh-huh-uhh)
Let me f*ck slow on you girl (uuuh-huh-uhh)
Where them hoes lookin' bomber than a landmine? (mine)
Will my bros that be f*ckin' on 'em stay alive (live)?
Just let me f*ck slow on you girl (chill girl, chill chill)
Let me f*ck slow on you girl
(you should chill girl, you should chill girl)
And the Brain got them b*tches on standby
And the Brain getting hungry Raisin Bran time (yuh)
[Verse 3: Lil di*ky and Brain]
Chill girl (chill chill chill)
We should chill girl (we should chill girl)
I've been looking at them ol' breasts, is they real girl? (oofh)
Thinking through the words like I read it (yeah)
Scout it out Brain
If you see a tight end then they Tellus like Bennett (Aye)
1 in 7 done, goin' down like credits
Don't get shook like lettuce (lettuce)
Brain tryna' get f*cked (oo-uh)
Brain tryna' get sucked (oo-uh)
Brain been lit for a month (oo-uh)
f*cked a b*tch on the kiss cam (oo-uh)
Eeauh!
Yeah I been doing my thing LD
Now they been checking for Brain
Ey, we should go flirt with this dame, k?
She should come flirt with the Brain

[Verse 4: Lil di*ky and Brain]
But this b*tch has it all like a Genuardi's (ay)
Now my mouth is watering just like my spot for Hardee's
(Ewuh, ewuh)
I'ma go chill with the girl be back I'm all with that
Young L-I got a knack for haulin' that
I might even get up in the bathroom stall with that
Please, you haven't f*cked like Brain
I got this sh*t like a car alarm
When that car is parked around thieves (ewuh)
Got this sh*t like gardener that's in charge of all of your trees (ewuh)
Young LD got a poppin' ass shirt check
Backstory kinda poppin', what's my word check?
I might even go up to the bar and cover her check
And then you'll say what?
[Chorus: Lil di*ky and Brain]
Let me f*ck slow on you girl (uuuh-huh-uhh)
Let me f*ck slow on you girl (uuh-huh-uhh)
Where them hoes lookin' bomber than a landmine? (ewuh)
Will my bros that be f*ckin' on 'em stay alive?
Just let me f*ck slow on you girl (chill girl, chill chill)
Let me f*ck slow on you girl
(you should chill girl, you should chill girl)
And the Brain got them b*tches on standby
And the Brain getting hungry, Raisin Bran time (yuh)

[Outro: Brain]
I f*ck- I f*ck with Raisin Bran so heavy
That sh*t hard
Brain