(Hook)
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Slow loud and bangin’
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I turn my speakers up
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And then I just start swanging
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Sometimes I get behind the wheel
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Then I start to steer
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Don’t know where I’m going but just get me out of here
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Slow loud and bangin’
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I feel the breeze and it be feelin so amazing
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See baby I’m just trying to live
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And I got stress for real
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So I drop the topper ’cause how will that make me feel
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(Verse 1)
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Drop the top and then you know the drill
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Git the strips so I can show the wheels
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People say that I’m over thrill
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But when they talk about me they promote and steal
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They told me real to recognize the real
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But if you real then you should know Chamille
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If you don’t then you should get a coke
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Because a coke show that it’s the cola feel
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Wooden rippen written on my plates
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This type of weapon is in normal ways
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But I can see you ain’t got a clue
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So be a good detective and get on the case
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You can sit on that couch at home
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And not reach success and then call it fate
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‘Cause y’all the type that applies the brakes
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But know that I’m the type that ain’t trying to wait
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(Hook)
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Slow loud and bangin’
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I turn my speakers up
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And then I just start swanging
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Sometimes I get behind the wheel
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Then I start to steer
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Don’t know where I’m going but just get me out of here
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Slow loud and bangin’
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I feel the breeze and it be feelin so amazing
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See baby I’m just trying to live
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And I got stress for real
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So I drop the topper ’cause how will that make me feel
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(Verse 2)
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Money don’t make you bullet proof express
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You can get sued mess around and lose your vest
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Get your heart broken and it bruise your chest
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Peace won’t guarantee the roogie’s rest
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Your good girl trying to find who to sex
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While you try to figure what dude is next
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Someday you gotta give bad news to press
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But even winners gotta find new success
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Meditate ain’t a spare to wait
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Next stop on the map is a better day
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Pretend that the towers was never break
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But the past’s in the past so just let it chain
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The passangers out with your head to lay
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When I’m in the road till the getaway
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The truth remain with you so be scared to say
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When I turn the beat up and I let it play and say
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(Hook)
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Slow loud and bangin’
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I turn my speakers up
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And then I just start swanging
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Sometimes I get behind the wheel
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Then I start to steer
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Don’t know where I’m going but just get me out of here
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Slow loud and bangin’
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I feel the breeze and it be feelin so amazing
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See baby I’m just trying to live
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And I got stress for real
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So I drop the topper ’cause how will that make me feel
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(Verse 3)
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Seem like this world so drop as cruel
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Good parents don’t give proper duos
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What the hell happened to Dr. Seuss
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And who taught these little kids how to cock a shoe
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Turn 13 and get shot for shoes
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Turn 15 and get shot in school
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Get too upset when I watch the news
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So I just hit the strip in the drop topper cruise
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Please Lord don’t fail me now
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This partnership’s a cooperation
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I’m on the job and know who to bust
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And make living longer my occupation
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They always told me their money talks
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I always loved a good conversation
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But they ain’t seein’ who behind the wheel
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So let’s drop the top so they not mistaken
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Slow loud and bangin’
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Amazing
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Down against the wheel ’cause it always makes me feel
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Down against the wheel ’cause it always makes me feel alright
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Slow loud and bangin’
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Slow loud and bangin’
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Slow loud and bangin’
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Slow Loud & Bangin
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| Chamillionaire |
