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NO telling
I don't fuck with niggas who be snitching
I don't fuck with bitches who be broke
Keep it on the low 
On the low
NO telling, No telling
I

Yea
J Baby
Sneaky Link
Yea
Yea
I’m tryna fuck, lemme beat it up onna low low
I know you gotta a mans but I won’t tell that’s a no no (No sir)
Be my

out tryna get me
Speaking truth, I feel like I’m Nipsey
Prayed on it had to talk it out
Day by day, I'm feeling better now
Lil things really hold me

roll up and roll wit' me
I promise neither one of us gon' be a burden
We gon' keep it quiet on the low with the loud burnin'
So roll up and ride wit' me

I came up out the dope hole
Scrapin' that dope bowl
Keep it for the low low, robbing's a no no
'Cause I keep it on me, I keep it on me
'Cause I keep

your body get low (get low)
Dim the lights down till it's dark
Looking at you like a piece of art
Baby girl, this is just the intro (intro)
Me and you

and we savin' they kids
Savin' they life and we buy 'em some heels
Chanel bags by the low
Hold up bitch playin', I got big ring bloods on the low
Shh,

new niggas they do not live by a code
They like to crash over bitches
You know that I'm high cause I gotta go balance my lows
That's why we tryna get

No Filter

MoneyBagg Yo

43VA HEARTLESS

(Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard)

Hey, we got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (yup)
In the mix so you know I

baby
Just keep that shit on the low

Ain't no cameras in the crib unless a
Nigga mix the Marni with the Rick
She like how I put that shit on, woah, woah

Fill up this room row by row

Drop that low, turn up the bass and feel the flow
Feel the tone, make the room shake, feel that bass overtake
You want

Talking that bullshit all on my timeline
I ain’t tryna link, nigga, I ain't no Wi-Fi
I ain't tryna sit, nigga I ain't no tie-dye
Balled on, yeah lil' nigga,

passing me
Others claim to do it me i'm actually
Low key a lil masterpiece
You don't need a pilot said i'll grab the keys
I'm already high and at a faster

Wockhardt in the mix, with a pill got me passed out
Steal yo bitch, fuck her right, get her in and tapped’out
And she wanna ride but lil baby got the chauffer

the mix
Scrape the block I'm in a big wide sip
AKA sit low Excursion
Might knock off me a thoed Suburban
I'm a Don Dada street game rap scholar
Ain't shit

doors

Don't need no keys for these butterfly doors
Now, she want to fuck on the low (on the low)
I'm sipping lean, mix with tango
Fuckin losing my mind

Robbin' Hood (Cause It Ain't All Good)

Ice Cube

Bootlegs & B-Sides

1994

thinkin' 'bout shit I never had

Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks

you saying
You should say it better lil bitch
Young Vela Vee
Swag over-d
Smoke on some shit till my eye Japanese
Green leaf mix it with tea
2 sugar

her no lies, she knowin' I'm still with the shits
Into supplyin', but I keep it quiet, she knowin' I'm still in the mix (still in the mix)
I been

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

Gon' let me fuck still i mix a little bit of
Kendrick with some LA weather
Then step out like Chicago in it's finest era
You niggas begging for attention

strap skymask 
live  fast fast life stay light blow cash 
make cash sell buy  real fake cash cash
 on the dash on my wall by my bed 
in my stash make

clothes
Shes a freak and we already know
She fuck with me cause I keep it on the low
Lets get high, high, high, Im out of my mind
Im out of my body want her

but bitter anger 
I don't beef, I don't eat angus 
She bite her lip when I speak Spanglish 
I be in the mix, they be in the matrix
I be whip-shiftin'