Lyrics:
lies how's he's wavy
Cause he ain't by you on a daily
How you love me then you hate me
I know you hate that he ain't me
Lay her ass down
When I come
I said throw your clubs in the air
And wave them like yo just don't care
The crowd got height when I brought the mic
So let me hear you say if you
fueled by drugs
Shits about to get real out of hand dog, better get ya man dog
Rap shit comes second, I'm a show you what a robber do
Mention ice one
You make time stop when you call my name
Love the way you look at me
Oh it's doing something to me
Do you hear the sound of the trees in the rain
I call it the black magic
You jammin up the traffic, you bubble, it don't stop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
"Pow!" That's the sound like
it day-by-day
It's on you
You don't have to hit me up
But if you do
We could really live it up
So here's my number, you could call
Bring your friends
gyal dem mingling
Better watch how you group and singling
Better mind who you feel and fingling
We don't join goose and gandering
We don't join
(baby)
Just lookin' at you from a distance looking like a goddamn star, baby (baby)
So, my girl don't see me, T-Pain, can I get those keys to the car?
disciplinary (come here)
You ain't see me comin', bitch, what's wrong?
Oh, your vision blurry? (Oh, you ain't see me comin')
You ain't see that Hellcat in
I just want to ride away
Come on it's time to glide away
Got my weed so I grab my keys
See you on the other side okay
They feel me from a mile away
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
it that way
Don't you remind me
'Cause I am finally doing alright
I said that I'm doing fine
So don't you come and ruin it all for me
By saying shit
yeah I heard you didn't like me
But I been working on the low-key
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
And you been acting real shady high-key
'cause they comin' out New York
I ain't get a call from you when my mom was in the morgue
Or a nigga needed money, so how the fuck is you my dog?
Got
better than you, I don't care
Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
I walk through the club let
with you man
You call me beggin me crying all on the phone
Talkin bout you wanna borrow some money
And dis the thanks I get?
(Mayne...
Imma pay you yo'
to celebrate
Self-sufficient I'ma stay
I don't really make mistake(s)
So low-key, no hiding
This is really glued by me
All on me, honestly
Tell me who you wanna
I just wanna thank you
It's been one hell of a ride
Don't know how I would've got through
Without you by my side
By my side
I got you
You got me
We
music, technically you're moving bricks
So come swing low by me, sweet chariot
Will the underground set us free like Harriet?
I'm low key/Loki, I ain't
somewhere, I don't need no broke niggas round me, come on
You shittin' me a, you shittin' me a, you shittin' me a, you shittin' me a
You shittin' me a, you
to know
…………………… …...She don’t have to know
Vamp:
Passed by yesterday
Didn’t speak didn’t say hey
Got yours I got mine too
Low key that’s how we do
True
tryin' to be low key
'Cause every gangsta in the hood fuckin' listen to me
And if I say I'm in my Bentley you could picture me rollin'
But if I said
me
They all look like Freeway
I know what we do is wrong
You can catch me in the
Hood probably somewhere don't belong
I keep with my tre pound
this hope come pop up on me
Global it seems postal indeed
We telling the whole world how we got the keys
We locked in indeed we outside come see
Me
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