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See what a day is like when you be my a-alike
Girl just lay back, I'll do it the way you like
(Said it's the flyest thing, just the way we swing)
down and sleep, Earl
Ain't it dark wrapped up in that tarp, Earl
The cops came by to bring Earl in
They searched the house high and low
Then they
I once knew this brother
Who I thought was cool with me
Chilled out together
Even went to school with me
Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
Used to low ride
fold
I be high than a bitch
But I'm so down to earth
Yeah yeah
I be high than a bitch
But I'm low to the ground
Say my name
Then we gone make a sound
Readin the weakness like some Black Jack
If niggas can't handle it
They get stomped from that Mobb attack
An if you come back from that stompin
Lay low
We can go anywhere we can decide it
Just hop in the whip and tell me if you riding
(Yeah)
Stay up in the late night
Lay low keep it air tight
Don't
if she loves,
amapiano.
I love it when you smile,
you need a halo.
I'm tryna eat your kitty,
before I lay-low.
nke ao so tshepe,
ka hore o yellow
pull up one shot then I lay low (lay lay)
I take what I take 'cause it makes me sane
T's on top 'cause y'all complain
Put some style when you gas my name
competing to see who would paint the largest area of dry land. And between their rare but bright touches, every now and then the green color of yucca and low
I’m Moving the weight like i'm Pablo
Keep me a choppa these nig*as is not low
Hop in the rari it’s push and it start go
I’m hitting the clutch and it
Stay on the low
I just observe how it go
Making sure I keep my flow
Even myself doesn't know
If I should keep going
Just testing the waters to see if my
to lay low in the woods
[Raps to fade]
lays low
So now months passed us by.. we're sure it was all a lie
Sun mirror was placed on high.. will let us know over time
First step to another
to men from heav'n all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen
Man, she split a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin'
to men from heaven all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen
the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be
appoints
And you'll see how I flipped, like exclamation points
My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point
More two guards, 'nough straps
the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be
my nine
[Chorus x2]
I got a shortage of supply and demand when its drought
Buy low, sell high, my marble route
Know about the weather before its
It takes twenty-eight grams,
Multiplied by thirty-six zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake.
A hundred grams on the triple beam
heart is still hard to come by
That's why we still hard
The cake low? We J-Bone, we still ball (bald)
Aint trying to catch what they call a head (call
to the gravedigger so
I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up
Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up
Look over by the GS,
lay low on these motherfuckers, break those jaws
And what you see is what the fuck they saw
We ain't fuckin with nobody who don't represent the father
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