Lyrics:
thing
Mix a H with quanna
Take him 1-2 whole days
Molly grits supply the strip
By the triple private planes
Read a book and took a nap
Enjoy
in common is they both pay respect to me
I get it my way from Friday to Friday
My girl is a mix of Aaliyah and Sade
I came a long way from that
don't know
And that is how you know
I'm doing my job like a pro
With the key I stay low
Learned to keep low profile
Analyzing' folks as I go
I can't trust
could use a little reparation for all the doubtin and fakin
I been facing where I'm at now
I feel Big Brother hands on me
Saying don't you go runnin lil
Hit
By: Kvng Jay
[Hook:]
I be smoking - this a mother fuckin’ hit
(This a mother fuckin hit)
Eyes be low smokin - gas by the zip
(Smoke the gas by
a daddy whose in the mix
And I'm be a husband who stays legit
And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above
The road that is wide and filled with self
I just be doing this shit for the salary
Gotta get to it, in money I'm fluent I gotta be
Mix the assault with the battery
If you not a friend to me
rhymes legit sharper than a pencil
I have a strong impact like a missile
Real profile coincidentile
Extinct reptile
She want it thug style
I cover any
Silencer is creepin up out of the sight
With a homicide like that
Ready to take you off the map
[Chorus: Low Profile Artist]
Califa Thugs....
Up in
River Road
I'ma fuck her all night
Louis mix with Off-White
FN45 perfect size, got sticks these niggas wanna gripe
Used to have that fine school, I
in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
keep a low profile, that's just what I do
But I grow, learn, exercise and know just what to do
When the mic is in my hand I never lose my cool
Many
Yeah, yeah I'm, y'all know what it is
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm
Yeah I'm
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how
the mix but ion fuck with niggas
Clutching on my pole reach for me gold then it a light show
Lil bra had went and scored but this shit still ain’t goin
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
a daddy whose in the mix
And I'm be a husband who stays legit
And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above
The road that is wide and filled with self
thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica
No mess with stranger, no like imposta
Call me forecaster, we more like rasta
With the mix for ganja, I buy a lil
shot, but spit that fire at her"
I see Pimp Ant, tryna shoot his lil piece of game
Big Chiefa holding down the whole city mane
Mr. Maintain said, "fuck it
you fade away money come every day
You can get it anyway
See I'm gettin' it every way lil Kodak
Salute me I'm Mr k where is my cape?
Super Koly save
a light show cost a lil chicken tender
And I pray to god every time I move get slime in a world of sinners
If you man's wanna get in da mix we ain't sparing
factors in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
silence
Ima just sell em a dime
And be right back to you in due time
Nah lil baby I promise
She know I'm lying
She low-key violent
I keep my cell phone
Bo
Keeping our business down on the low
Sipping on Hennessy smoking on dro
High key I got it for the low
Just like Eddie baby I would go
All these
Bo
Keeping our business down on the low
Sipping on Hennessy smoking on dro
High key I got it for the low
Just like Eddie baby I would go
All these
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