Slow Fade

Oh, that's London cookin' on the track
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

Hit her with the slow fade
Got a lot of money and I copped a Rolls, ayy
Through the mall, I be coppin' you the Dolce
Ooh, I pray to god you never go away, yeah

Ayy, ooh, yeah ayy, hold up

Hit 'em with the slow fade
At your house like you're sitting
In a snow day
"Wanna fuck me, baby?" Telling me
"You don't say" well, hop on my dick
And give me what you owe me
I beat it, I beat it, fuck the foreplay
I'll eat it, I'll eat it if it's gourmet
We can start this shit off at the doorstep
But after that I gotta leave
It at the slow fade

Hit her with the slow fade
Got a lot of money and I copped a Rolls, ayy
Through the mall, I be coppin' you the Dolce
Ooh, I pray to god you never go away, yeah

Ayy, ooh, yeah ooh

I hit 'em with the slow fade (Slow fade)
I'm eating on that pussy like it's gourmet
(Like it's gourmet)
I love it when it's wetter than a fountain
(Like a fountain)
She let me put it in, don't gotta force it
(Gotta force it)
I can get you on my carpet (The carpet)
If you throw it back, you know how to pop it
(To pop it)
I can finish it if I start it (Start it)
I fuck the pussy silly, go retarded
(Go retarded)

Hit her with the slow fade
Got a lot of money and I copped a Rolls, ayy
Through the mall, I be coppin' you the Dolce
Ooh, I pray to god you never go away, yeah