Testo Slomo - Oliver Francis

Slomo - Oliver Francis
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Canzone dall'album: Hijinks
Nel genere:Рэп и хип-хоп
Data di rilascio:01.09.2022
Lingua della canzone:Inglese
Etichetta discografica:Oliver Francis
Limitazioni di età: 18+

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Slomo
Look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
My girl, she naked making breakfast, had to shout to 'em
OD, lowkey, bitch, you know me
Y’all said I fell off but I looked down and you below me
Oli sounding like he off the lean again
You won’t see him out unless the team with him
In the kitchen cookin', 'bout to turn this shit to chop
Money making motherfucker, bitch, I gets a lot of guap
Yeah, I’m ballin'
Lately seein' commas, all I ever do
Big timer, baby, was the flyest 2002
Shout go out to Kate, Stacy, and my mother
Y’all took care of me, Zach, Adam, and Aahj like we was brothers
Now it’s my turn to provide for my team
Got the whole gang with me, manifested my dreams
Still, it’s pussy rapper tryna press me, that ain’t nothing new to me
My Apple notes that look some like your favorite rapper’s eulogy
I look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Yeah, look into my ride and that ass shakin' in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Yeah, see my flyin' by, Lambo don’t go slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Yeah, way we livin' life, had to play it back in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Gots to slow it down, take a look at how you livin'
Hold my homies down, ain’t no one around me switchin'
If I’m out in Texas, I won’t lie I’m prolly sippin'
Everything on my checklist, gotta just call that fruition
If Oli look like Leo DiCaprio, that man AahJ Brad Pitt
That man Trace Robert Downey Jr. and Chryse Johnny Depp
I max the gas in the foreign and I make the whip pirouette
Sippin' Moet, come fuck with the best
Swear I’m feelin', feelin', feelin' good
I’m flowing, DPO we pouring, glasses overflowing
OG rollin', we the ones who chosen
Yachts out on the ocean
Way I’m going at these rappers, said they need an Ibuprofen
I’m going at these rappers head, I’m feeling like the Shogun
Ayy, Bugatti’s and Porsche’s
Pussy rapper corpses
Go on, check the score, bitch
Uh, there ain’t a crease up on my Forces
Oli smellin' like Chanel and white vanilla orchids
Look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Yeah, look into my ride, and that ass shakin' in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
See my flyin' by, Lambo don’t move in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Way we livin' life, had to play it back in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Yeah

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