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Too Fast (Pull Over) (feat. Jay Rock & Anderson .Paak) letra


Yeah
I mean, I mean, [?]
Yeah
[?] (Mustard on the beat, hoe)

Move and move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)
Update, time to v8 the motor (motor)
Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)
Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)
No stress when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)
No sweat when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)
Jumpin' out the Moon roof to the solar (solar)
I can see you niggas slidin' over

Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the atm and grab more cash (more cash)
Yes, lord, feelin' like a new man (yes, lawd)
I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the—

Six-trey, black top with the candy paint
In your bitch face, eat the cake, anime
Niggas actin' animated, I'ma have to draw the weapon (on the set)
Send a stepper up the stairway to heaven (I'm a vet)
Put a pole dancer in a Mercedes
She wanna watch p valley and go half on a baby
I had a player on my left, flag in my right pocket
Space in my waist for the rocket, don't get outta pocket
Yup, yeah, you don't wanna that
It's givin' what it's givin', no kizzy
I ain't never seen an ass like that, stomach on snatch
Seem like 1942 with a baseball bat (rock)
I sent 'em home runnin'
The brain ain't grade a? I don't know nothin' (I don't know none)
Niggas talkin' heavy, this a feather on my wing
VVS diamond, eastside johnny, I'm king

Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the atm and grab more cash (more cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the atm and grab more cash (more cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the atm and grab more cash (more cash)
Yes, lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)
I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the— (latto)

Sittin' behind five percent tint (yeah)
Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent (brr)
We ain't blood, we ain't kin, don't be callin' me sis' (what?)
First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent
Big latto not the lil' one (yeah)
Bitches want the come up, ain't gon' give 'em one (yeah)
Pull up in the, skrrt, then I pull off in a different one (uh-huh)
A bigger one, expensive one, the lamby or sum'n
Pull the switch on their ass like a Grammy or sum'n (brr)
You niggas gettin' knocked out, socked out
He hate but I be feelin' like I'm topped out
Prolly gettin' topped off somewhere with the top off
Never did the talkin', always been the one they talk 'bout (whoa)
Pull over, that ass too fat (too fat)
Fuck 'em good, pat myself on the back (uh-huh)
This a hell of a cat, no scat (skrrt)
I look like a barbie and just like a brat (haha)

Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the atm and grab more cash (more cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the atm and grab more cash (more cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the atm and grab more cash (more cash)
Yes, lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)
I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the—

Makaveli, pakaveli, I done died and went to heaven
Came back in the 1963 chevy with the dopearellis
I just wanted somethin' better, anything to feed my belly
Now I got the seat at the table, and she can tell me
Baby, I'm a whole problem
Put a lotta people on
Gotta keep her, keep her 'round
Don't panic when I hit the-hit the bomb, won't
I was up dumb late waitin' for bag chasin'
A birdie on my shoulder told me: Slow up, it's about patience
Fourth quarter, throwin' lobs, out of disgrace shit (I was lost, nigga)
That's why I love you girl (I swear to God)
Pour this [?] all on ya, girl (let's go)

Move and move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)
Update, time to v8 the motor (motor)
Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)
Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)
No stress when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)
No sweat when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)
Jumpin' out the Moon roof to the solar (solar)
I can see you niggas slidin' over

Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the atm and grab more cash (more cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the atm and grab more cash (more cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the atm and grab more cash (more cash)
Yes, lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)
I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the—

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