Lyrics:
How low can you go?
Luda!
She could go lower than I ever really thought she could,
Face down, ass up!
The top of your booty jiggling out your
you go? How low can you go?
Luda!
She could go lower than I ever really thought she could,
Face down, ass up!
The top of your booty jiggling out
can you go?
How, low, can you go? How, low, can you go?
Hahaha, LUDA!
She can go lower than I ever really thought she could, face down (ass up)
How low can you go?
Luda!
She could go lower than I ever really thought she could,
Face down, ass up!
The top of your booty jiggling out your jeans,
you go? How low can you go?
Luda!
She could go lower than I ever really thought she could,
Face down, ass up!
The top of your booty jiggling out
in the rain inside my pit
I'm goin' down now, because my mom frowns
In a research psychiatric center without her son around
And I'm deep off in this
lower lower lower/ hold it now/ am i losing ground/ Pardon me/ I'm applying pressure/ Pinpoint pressure spot on/ get em a stretcher/ leave em dead
Leaves falling, this autumn, I'm calling off
Dead limbs shotgunned, we sawed them off
Past tense, my body knew all the knots
Still got a few in
Irregularities are his Commonwealth
They from a lower plane
Got you tapping into a lower field
Can't dead me cause that's over kill
Enki the intuitive
Is
Paranoia Centers Round The Story
Double Standard of His Life, No Longer Be Refuge For Him
Sinking Lower, Reminding Us You're Dead
When It Comes For You,
I'm low
Lower than the level of a sea
I'm low
Lower than the floor
Like never before
Than I've ever been
You know, I'm low
And so
Lower than
Brogrammer, bro down and crush the code
We are here, we are not leaving
The lower the voltage, the thicker the wire
Brogrammer, please your models,
the lower valley
Got some hitters from the 6 to the T-A-C
From the center to the west to the east
Getting money on East Wellesley
Its always something on that
Here on the hill above the settlement, the buildings are talking
A tower to a terrace says the word's on the street, the dead are walking...
what I want
Why would I worry bout them
If I don't give no (fucks)
Bitch better lower your tone, when you talk to me
Respect your elders
Remember,
Barnes ass nigga tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him
Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin to tell on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him
Yous a dead man, playing games with
spinning back
Watch the ghosts descend
They're coming back again
Fall into the center
Fall into the center slowly enter design
Fall into the center
Fall into
my mind
Dead in florida
Watch the phones flash away
Vision lowers
Im so lost in find
Know you heard what we said
Youve awoken
Give you that peace
Diamonds in my mouth caked up heavy frosting,
Trunk shakin like I got gorillas in it brawlin
84’s pokin and the 5th wheel fallin,
Slab sittin lower
Cold 187um ]
So as the beat reaches a lower kind of level
We gon' put some mega shit together
Now we gon' drop it a little bit somethin like this
[
hhen California could be sold
To any fool who had been told bbout the Punkin Center Barn Dance
Mama had the fever and my daddy sold his soul
The overpass
Red speckled mirror
Distort clearer
Lower lull, or
Pulling pull, or
Kiss, inhaling
Reeling, railing
The dead my age
In love, in rage
The overpass
Red speckled mirror
Distort clearer
Lower lull, or
Pulling pull, or
Kiss, inhaling
Reeling, railing
The dead my age
In love, in rage
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