Slow Down lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, slow down
Yeah, ayy (The Rambo way)
Big 14, you know what the f*ck goin' on
Ooh, with the lights on (Big ass b*tch, big ass b*tch)
Baby, let me hit it with the lights on (Big ass b*tch, big ass b*tch)
Yeah, diamonds on my neck shine like a lighthouse (Big ass b*tch)
Ooh, ayy, hold up

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Slow down, yeah (They want me to)
Slow down, yeah (They tryin' to)
Slow down, yeah (They wishin' I)
Slow down, ooh, ayy (They want me to)
Slow down, yeah (They want me to)
Slow down, yeah (They wishin' I)
Slow down, yeah (They want me to)
Slow down, ooh, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
I came down, no pressure, I be posted on the background
Burn a n*gga if he testin', poppin' to my wrist charm
Fill him up with lead, pull the trigger 'til the clip drop
She want give me dome, pull up at the pit stop
Ayy, lil' ho, come gimme brain, though
Eat 'em just like Fabo, kitchen just like caino
Diamond wet like rainbow
Told them people that lil' boy can't change though, woah
Jewish lawyer, ain't no case (Ain't no case)
Travel state to state, I'm sippin' J and countin' faces
Pick up the pace (Yeah), big bands for the take (Yeah)
Fifteen for the left wrist (Yeah), with Celine jeans and the Wraith (Yeah)
On that pound sh*t, baby love how I kick sh*t, yeah
Change the ho, no attention
Leave the ho, no mention
Slow down when I be sippin', ride with the Act' (Act')
Ride with the beam on attack, ah ('Tack)
Red beam, that's the hat
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Slow down, yeah (They want me to)
Slow down, yeah (They tryin' to)
Slow down, yeah (They wishin' I)
Slow down, ooh, ayy (They want me to)
Slow down, yeah (They want me to)
Slow down, yeah (They wishin' I)
Slow down, yeah (They want me to)
Slow down, ooh, yeah

[Verse 2: Rocket Da Goon]
Ooh, ayy, ayy
Pourin' on the drink, you know it got me slowed down
Yeah you reach for my sh*t, you know it go down
How I'm flexin', yeah, it's all on my clothes now
All these n*ggas that imitate, pourin' on lean in the lemonade
And I swear that sh*t, it brought me to a better place
I pop a Percocet, I can't feel my face
I'm runnin' after money, I'm on a paper chase
No, no you can't copy the lingo
Put a dot on your head like bingo
Smoke gas and you know that Citgo
Got big drank, you know I sip slow
Christian Louboutin, you know how I tiptoe
And, and, all of my b*tches they dimes
But I never spend no time
You know I charge sixty a line
Let them n*ggas fall in line
I stayed down 'til I came up
Young Pluto, yeah you know I never changed up
In the streets you know the sh*t it get dangerous
Boss gang, yeah, you n*ggas can't f*ck with us
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Slow down, yeah (They want me to)
Slow down, yeah (They tryin' to)
Slow down, yeah (They wishin' I)
Slow down, ooh, ayy (They want me to)
Slow down, yeah (They want me to)
Slow down, yeah (They wishin' I)
Slow down, yeah (They want me to)
Slow down, ooh, yeah
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