"Mother Nature (Slow Jammin')" lyrics
Love this game hate the niggas that's in it
Can't see my drive bitch I only ride tinted
Don't give them what's mine run game by the mile
Never use the word ours I'm living in the minute
Ha, and the bitches all gone
Most times when the liquor all gone
Look, by the end of this song
Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm
Rain down rain down
Put a g spot on a 8 cloud
Rain down rain down
Give her that D I'm outta 8 mile
Same ole same ole
New canvas she need a new stroke
New shit lotta Nuvo
Nigga we the shit no Metamucil
If she ain't showing love then she better do so
I can leave a hint but it's better you know
Ha, and it's better you know
I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole
Ha, in your loophole though
You too damn slow let me use something else
Ha, you could use my help
You gone lose that voice when you lose that belt
Slow
Slow
Slow
This time make it sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
On the slow jam of love
Do you mind if I slow it down
Slow
Slow
Slow
This time make it sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
On the slow jam of love
Wale, look
Prada bag for my Mrs
Scholarship for my mistress
All my love to these queens in here
But not a single fuck for y'all bitches
Money is most of y'all interest
It's funny 'cause most of y'all ain't did shit
Lot of babies too see ya plate full
But I don't got the steak for y'all dishes
And I love your mind and ambition
But you're loving mine I am the shit
We can leave before midnight for sure
I can you straighten you out when we twisted
Tornado tornado and I'm trynna blow your mind
Where the tornado? Don't say no
'Cause I need that one good time
Little bit of wine little bit of killer
Little white boy, Shoutout Mac Miller
A nigga don't beat I'm primo Dilla
And now I'm Jack trippin rest in peace John Ritter
My Moschino different
And I just set trends unseen on witter
If I beat it up a little bet the people next door think her team Sacramento
Slow
Slow
Slow
This time make it sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
On the slow jam of love
Can't see my drive bitch I only ride tinted
Don't give them what's mine run game by the mile
Never use the word ours I'm living in the minute
Ha, and the bitches all gone
Most times when the liquor all gone
Look, by the end of this song
Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm
Rain down rain down
Put a g spot on a 8 cloud
Rain down rain down
Give her that D I'm outta 8 mile
Same ole same ole
New canvas she need a new stroke
New shit lotta Nuvo
Nigga we the shit no Metamucil
If she ain't showing love then she better do so
I can leave a hint but it's better you know
Ha, and it's better you know
I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole
Ha, in your loophole though
You too damn slow let me use something else
Ha, you could use my help
You gone lose that voice when you lose that belt
Slow
Slow
Slow
This time make it sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
On the slow jam of love
Do you mind if I slow it down
Slow
Slow
Slow
This time make it sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
On the slow jam of love
Wale, look
Prada bag for my Mrs
Scholarship for my mistress
All my love to these queens in here
But not a single fuck for y'all bitches
Money is most of y'all interest
It's funny 'cause most of y'all ain't did shit
Lot of babies too see ya plate full
But I don't got the steak for y'all dishes
And I love your mind and ambition
But you're loving mine I am the shit
We can leave before midnight for sure
I can you straighten you out when we twisted
Tornado tornado and I'm trynna blow your mind
Where the tornado? Don't say no
'Cause I need that one good time
Little bit of wine little bit of killer
Little white boy, Shoutout Mac Miller
A nigga don't beat I'm primo Dilla
And now I'm Jack trippin rest in peace John Ritter
My Moschino different
And I just set trends unseen on witter
If I beat it up a little bet the people next door think her team Sacramento
Slow
Slow
Slow
This time make it sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
On the slow jam of love
