Lyrics:
the lights low
Front row blinded by the light show
Chopper clip long like a light pole
What you know about pink coke on a white stove
Came a Longway from
what a dog a do
Big Dawg to the big dawg
Nigga slick talk and I'm dawging you
I fuck wit the Dawg fool
Hit ya Lil bitch tell her fall through
Pick
talkn shit he got blew back
My niggas beat him Blue Black
Rob that lil nigga he cant get his shoes back (Get Low)
Lay down lil nigga dont say shit
Give em
on the low, low (ha)
We come spin ya bin in a four-door (bah, bah, bah)
Flashin' all them lil' ass bands in ya photo
Have 'em spinnin' in a van
Baby I'm low on love
High on drugs
Feel like max b
When he wrote blow me a dub
Lil mama tlc see
She don't want no scrub
So tell me
What would you do
he wasn't with the trappin shit, make em get gone (make 'em get gone)
What the hell going on with you lil slime? What you on? (Like what you on?)
Took
on the low
on the low
Everytime I got drink
Mix it in
I don't wanna fucking think
My sprite
Mix with a little bit of pink
Lil pink
I'm running round
In
Like DAYUM
I just want to smoke my shit
Couple blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By
on the low but loving right on front street, yeah
(Aye)
On my way (Oh)
This the main show, But I ain't knocking the spin-offs
Lil mama could you hold it down
lit still pull up with all of my folks
Was just down bad but it still wasn't one of the lowest of my lows
A smoker's prayer if I gotta lil roach then I
li, li, like glue
Be by your side boy, whatever your goin' through
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I
Gotta have that smoke around me, always want you near me
Cause I can't go on, living without you
[Lil' Keke]
Ride in the Bentley with the, top low
traffican
I know feinds that'll rob a train
To feed their vein
Feinds that'll kill an addict
That support their habit
Feinds that'll pawn their jewels for dog
She know I tell her the truth, I'm never playin' to lose
I just grind, stay out the mix, feds come, we ain't sayin' shit
Told lil' baby seal your lips,
We got low and them P's by the boater
She make it clap, Draco, Soulja
Snake in the grass
Cut the head off the Cobra
Bang, bang, bang, I'm the new
at me
You look back at me when you
Throw it back at me
Dip it down low, pick it up slow
By the end of the song
It be touchin' your toes
If you leave
' T, this a lil' high-haired shorty Lil' T, let me tell this lil' high-haired story
So first off, he was about 6 in the mix Had a good parent, but she
Its whole alot a pressure on me
100s stacked in the back real neat
I can get it for the low but the price Aint cheap
Told the lil nigga dont compete
chop the top, this exotic Benz
Standin' on the block, hit the door, wanna eight-ball
T-Rex so low, fuck around and hit the curb, dawg
P.Y.B. got
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
deep it is to me
On some real talk like
It's like looking and popping and seeing whoppers and movers
Despite a Guidant, I try to be hard on the low
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
problems that I can't fix
Me and everybody really don't mix
By myself chillin only think that make sense
OutKast kid in the basement
I don't make love, I
Show a lil' nigga what choppers'll do
Fuck my baby mama she still mad about my new bitch
Broke up and she got low and she looked up I had a new wrist
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