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on the low
(yeah, i like that)
Keep it on the low baby
On the low (yeah)
You will never know
I'll keep it on the low
One day i'll really show
How much i
Never

wanna know
I ain't tryna play anymore

Its Sunday
I'm tryna hit it till Monday
Hope you understand ehh
You the one I want ehhh

On the low, low
When you

the world is flow

Say come on come on come on lets go
Searching high searching low
Call in friends and tell everybody that you know
Come on come on come

Where the sound sucks and the covers low

So if your out on a Saturday
Want to spend Sunday on your ass
Be sure to have a couple pints of draft
It could

you're right for me 
Cuz you can read my mind 
Clearly 
Where'd you wanna go 
From here
Let's stay on the low
Till we
Figure it out 

That deep voice

me but freedom is an ocean
So we gon' keep it low-key
I be losing focus promise I won't proceed
I could say I'm hoping for it
But she don't really know

Its a Sunday afternoon and I'm cruising down the boulevard my trunk going boom
They ask how low, how low can your low low go
So I hit the fuckin

I never slept with you
Even that one Sunday afternoon
And all I wanted was a sweet romance
To bring me back with you

You never wrote me back
So all

of sheep
I don’t act out
To the crowd
No
Don’t you feel
Like you do though
I feel like a domino
Just on the edge
Of stooping low
Can you understand me
Maybe

catch some breeze in ya face babe
I don’t mind laying low with you
I like to forget my phone with you
Cuz you give me peace so sweet make it feel like

a comma
Baby don't make no drama
Cuz' I smoke marijuana
For the pain and I'm gonna
Find a bitch who jams to Nirvana
Not takin of my pyjamas
On a Sunday

all day to the ocean waves
Spend our lives on holiday
Keep up with the latest trends like a Sunday morning that doesn't end
Groove all night and we'll

thru the phone
Pull up with a new song
Smellin expensif colone
Look at me iam gone
Look you already know
Sippin lean on sunday
You know that shit funny

hustle no dey equal dema salary
So as he dey he dey search Sunday job
Some too dey complain sey dema time for rest no be enough sake of Sunday job
Some

Willie Beamen
Your girl she wanna see me on any given Sunday 
I make her have a fun day (On the Lord's day nigga?)
Yeah I said Sunday, she drippin' from da

unexpected
Turned a eye just to catch him slippin
Last Sunday was in a sermon Sunday was hella sinnin
Dirty money dirty hands and some all white linen
Red car

Monday morning bro looking at the Sunday
Picking all my wrongs thinking how I gotta
I cannot be froze hurt to see that I been
Keep it on the low you

Hold you 
Wonder if i should 
Hold you

Red dress 
You bad babe 
On a good day
Thuggin
Sunday to Sunday 
No rebound 
I been in
Even when I'm feelin

wanna do bad things on a low
Bad man here ain't nobody needs to know
But see your body ticking like a bomb I must to blow
Now she want to DO MI FA SO LA

a bad man so she bust it down low(down low)
Shawty real freaky so she tryna deep throat(deep throat)
Skin real smooth she no using bar soap(bar soap)
She

Nakucheki kila sunday ukienda church
Leo ni friday tuko club
Usiwe offended ukakcatch yeeei
Ah, nakucheki kila sunday ukienda church
Leo ni saturday

bolo

Baby me i know you no be bolo
On a low me and you je ka wa ninu lolo
And if I gbadun your ponmo I fit dey call you for more
Emi omo ope ti mi o mo

a Isuzu or Hyundai
I finessed the plug
But chach joo pa Sunday
And if a nigga got beef
Just know I'm a manjè
I'm a real ass Zoe
I can get low
I rep

rise.

Verse two:

Cyah waste time yute yuh affi guh a road
Yuh affi mek the money
Affi hustle fi di dow
Sunday to Sunday
Get the money inna row
Nuh spen