Taking it Slow - Evelyn Sterling

I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' it out (For what?) It's hard to pop shit with my grill in (Ha) I can't let it fuck up my flow Let these lil' niggas run up the score and I still win (Ha) I swear I'm that nigga without it (Let's go) He touch me, he gon' die on the scene I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit in the county (Yeah) You ain't built how I'm built, they ain't seen what I seen I don't want none of these niggas around me (Nuh-uh) Ain't a nigga alive can take credit from me I was already lit when they found me (Nah) Any niggas just bluffing, ain't nobody touched me So I know these niggas ain't 'bout it You ain't slap 'em When you heard that boy talking down You must feel the same way that he do And you know we gon' check it, I ain't really tripping Can't wait 'til the day that I see you (On gang) You fuck niggas glass, see-through (Ha) Know I'm on they ass, Evisu (Yeah) All my jewelry's splash, seafood (Ha) Say he got a bag, me too (Nigga) Shout out my BM, that's Mimi (Mimi) We been low, like four hundred rounds (Four deep) It's just me and Ridada and Tiji (On gang) I got my jewelry from Johnny (It's a movie) Turn on that motherfuckin' TV (Ice) Everyone, turn off your lights I bet you still motherfuckin' see me (Yeah) You know it's a light show (Ha) You knowin' that, huh You know I got it everywhere that I go Really out my mind Come playin' with me, you gon' die slow (Ayy, ayy) They think I'm a psycho (Ha) Like my money blue, y'all niggas green I do this with my eyes closed Put me in a room, four hundred niggas Gimme a blindfold 'Cause you niggas ain't 'bout that (Bitch) Lemme see where that mouth fail When I pull out that eye I bet you niggas no won't get that clout back And if I wasn't rich and already lit I'd pull up where your house at Bitch, you know that I'm great and everything's straight Took a loss and I bounced back You will never hear diss, I ain't gon' say shit I ain't finna talk back (Ha) I'm thinking about taking it out It's hard to pop shit with my grill in I can't let it fuck up my flow Let these lil' niggas run up the score and I still win I swear I'm that nigga without it He touch me, he gon' die on the scene I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit in the county (Okay) You ain't built how I'm built, they ain't seen what I seen I don't want none of these niggas around me, nigga Huh (Bitch ass nigga) I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper, man Fuck with this chop, realest nigga alive Real nigga, rock star (Nigga, quit playin' with me, I'm too raw for you) Yeah Baby Jesus AKA motherfuckin' Baby now (Too motherfuckin' raw for this shit) And we ain't worried 'bout shit, nigga We ain't worried about shit, nigga (It's too late now, nigga) Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga I'm in there now, nigga (Ayy) We in there (Ayy) We in there That ain't the baby, that's my baby

There's a thing that every band should be knowing It's a basic law of rockin' and rollin' Here what I am telling you In a land that been known for it's mobiles Now it's Kiss and Seger who are it's big wheels I wanna be one too We're taking it to Detroit Coming in from New York We're breaking it in Detroit This is what I do to make myself famous Make this band a house a word on Uranus Headline in Cobo hall We're taking it to Detroit Coming in from New York We're breaking it in Detroit We're taking it to Detroit Coming in from New York We're breaking it in Detroit We're making it, breaking it, shaking it Taking it to the great lake with it We're taking it to Detroit

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