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Clouds - Gros/s Beat//Slow it Down Lyrics



Clouds - Gros/s Beat//Slow it Down Lyrics




I put gross beat on the chords
I put percussion after snares
I put the kick drum on the first
And put the 808 on there
Complexity inside my beats
But yet somehow I keep it simple
Inside my nose, a bit oxy
That's why I always gotta sniffle

That's why I gotta sniffle, I'm popping shit, no pimple
I indent shit, no dimple, I indent shit, no essay
I asked "Do you comprende?" My brodie said he do
But I have reason to believe that's further from the truth

Like what you saying dude? Like what you saying bro?
You really want to kill me? Man you know where I be though
You talking shit to exes, I just question you like "Why?"
Exposing classified shit, like you is the FBI

I thought was my guy, I thought you was my kin
Like how the f*ck you love me, when you talk behind my back
Like brodie f*cking try, the shit you been plotting
Like how the f*ck you stab me, when I put knives in your hands

I put knives in your hands, put money in your palms
Like damn you was my doggy, guess it is the owners fault
I didn't train you well enough, cause boy you still bark
You stayed quiet to the police, but bitches your weak spot

I put gross beat on the chords
I put percussion after snares
I put the kick drum on the first
And put the 808 on there
Complexity inside my beats
But yet somehow I keep it simple
Inside my nose, a bit oxy
That's why I always gotta sniffle

Ay, what?
What, what?
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
Uh, slow it down for the one time
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
What, slow it down when the times right
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
Slow it, slow it

Like Peid or Pan, Pipe her, I'm with shit like diapers
I don't f*ck with twelve, but I keep this shit proper
Like I'm prime McGregor, I'm sorry for nothing
I cannot regret everything that I did

My bro said he with me, reality hits
Give a f*ck if he switching, I'm still the same kid
How the f*ck he my brethren, the boy not my clique
He claiming some other shit, man like f*ck it

Man like f*ck it
He still in my prayers, he still my kin
Cause he was there for me when I had nothing
I try to be there for him but he won't listen

Told him brodie stop the xans
I told him stick with them perks
Told him brodie stop the brew
I told him stick with that purp

Ay, yuh
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
Slow it when the times right
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
Ay, slow it down for the one time
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
What, slow it down, slow it down
Put the gross beat on that shit now
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I put gross beat on the chords
I put percussion after snares
I put the kick drum on the first
And put the 808 on there
Complexity inside my beats
But yet somehow I keep it simple
Inside my nose, a bit oxy
That's why I always gotta sniffle

That's why I gotta sniffle, I'm popping shit, no pimple
I indent shit, no dimple, I indent shit, no essay
I asked "Do you comprende?" My brodie said he do
But I have reason to believe that's further from the truth

Like what you saying dude? Like what you saying bro?
You really want to kill me? Man you know where I be though
You talking shit to exes, I just question you like "Why?"
Exposing classified shit, like you is the FBI

I thought was my guy, I thought you was my kin
Like how the f*ck you love me, when you talk behind my back
Like brodie f*cking try, the shit you been plotting
Like how the f*ck you stab me, when I put knives in your hands

I put knives in your hands, put money in your palms
Like damn you was my doggy, guess it is the owners fault
I didn't train you well enough, cause boy you still bark
You stayed quiet to the police, but bitches your weak spot

I put gross beat on the chords
I put percussion after snares
I put the kick drum on the first
And put the 808 on there
Complexity inside my beats
But yet somehow I keep it simple
Inside my nose, a bit oxy
That's why I always gotta sniffle

Ay, what?
What, what?
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
Uh, slow it down for the one time
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
What, slow it down when the times right
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
Slow it, slow it

Like Peid or Pan, Pipe her, I'm with shit like diapers
I don't f*ck with twelve, but I keep this shit proper
Like I'm prime McGregor, I'm sorry for nothing
I cannot regret everything that I did

My bro said he with me, reality hits
Give a f*ck if he switching, I'm still the same kid
How the f*ck he my brethren, the boy not my clique
He claiming some other shit, man like f*ck it

Man like f*ck it
He still in my prayers, he still my kin
Cause he was there for me when I had nothing
I try to be there for him but he won't listen

Told him brodie stop the xans
I told him stick with them perks
Told him brodie stop the brew
I told him stick with that purp

Ay, yuh
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
Slow it when the times right
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
Ay, slow it down for the one time
Ay, slow it down, slow it down
What, slow it down, slow it down
Put the gross beat on that shit now
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Writer: Pablo Salceda
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Performed By: Clouds
Language: English
Length: 4:07
Written by: Pablo Salceda
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