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Get Low
by Quavier
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(Yeahh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ohhh)
(Yeahh)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Ohhh)
(Ohhh)
(Ohhh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Nah, nah)
(Yeah)
Yeah
QVR I'm on some West Coast shit
Private flight take a trip, got them groupies taking pics
Glock 23 extension clip you know I'm upping off the hip
That lil hoe suck me like a tick, they see I'm up it make 'em sick
No I cannot deal with them fake niggas
I ain't got no Gucci on me but I see a lot of snake niggas
He was dissing on the gram I took his bitch she got that cake nigga
Now this ice all on me water like a lake nigga
Crip walking like I'm Snoop thats just how I'm coming
Spend a check up in the mall and left the engine running
Whip so low you got to crawl I might just fall in
Double cup no Adderall feel like I'm falling
Mac-10 slap like Mac Dre fuck around and get your face hit
Amiri jeans designer drip my shoes ain't got no laces
Got them green beams and red tracers like it's Christmas
LF3 bitch we be on some gang shit
I'm a fly guy real smooth like im Sisqó
Big Glock get to stepping do my dance like a disco
I know they hate on me don't make no sense though
Had to send a couple shots told 'em get low
I'm a fly guy real smooth like im Sisqó
Big Glock get to stepping do my dance like a disco
I know they hate on me don't make no sense though
Had to send a couple shots told 'em get low
Run it up and get the money ain't no stressing
Hotel 5-stars ain't no West Inn
Got a bad lil vibe and her waist thin
But I only fuck with blues money is my best friend
Got it tucked on my side
All my niggas down to slide
Fuck with me I'll hurt your pride
If you need it bro supply
Count it up and then divide
Brand new whip doors suicide
Spin your block and then we dip
Where we at is classified
Bitch nigga know I ain't playing
LF3 be the mob money over bitches is the saying
When this rap shit blow up it gon' be paying
Down on my knees and get to praying
J Magic get to spraying
Double C and Prada banging
I just poured a four now I'm feeling six deep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
Got a glizzy and a Tec
And they go doo, doo, doo, doo, brrrr
Better wear a vest
I'm a fly guy real smooth like im Sisqó
Big Glock get to stepping do my dance like a disco
I know they hate on me don't make no sense though
Had to send a couple shots told 'em get low
I'm a fly guy real smooth like im Sisqó
Big Glock get to stepping do my dance like a disco
I know they hate on me don't make no sense though
Had to send a couple shots told 'em get low
(Yeahh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ohhh)
(Yeahh)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Ohhh)
(Ohhh)
(Ohhh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Nah, nah)
(Yeah)
Yeah
QVR I'm on some West Coast shit
Private flight take a trip, got them groupies taking pics
Glock 23 extension clip you know I'm upping off the hip
That lil hoe suck me like a tick, they see I'm up it make 'em sick
No I cannot deal with them fake niggas
I ain't got no Gucci on me but I see a lot of snake niggas
He was dissing on the gram I took his bitch she got that cake nigga
Now this ice all on me water like a lake nigga
Crip walking like I'm Snoop thats just how I'm coming
Spend a check up in the mall and left the engine running
Whip so low you got to crawl I might just fall in
Double cup no Adderall feel like I'm falling
Mac-10 slap like Mac Dre fuck around and get your face hit
Amiri jeans designer drip my shoes ain't got no laces
Got them green beams and red tracers like it's Christmas
LF3 bitch we be on some gang shit
I'm a fly guy real smooth like im Sisqó
Big Glock get to stepping do my dance like a disco
I know they hate on me don't make no sense though
Had to send a couple shots told 'em get low
I'm a fly guy real smooth like im Sisqó
Big Glock get to stepping do my dance like a disco
I know they hate on me don't make no sense though
Had to send a couple shots told 'em get low
Run it up and get the money ain't no stressing
Hotel 5-stars ain't no West Inn
Got a bad lil vibe and her waist thin
But I only fuck with blues money is my best friend
Got it tucked on my side
All my niggas down to slide
Fuck with me I'll hurt your pride
If you need it bro supply
Count it up and then divide
Brand new whip doors suicide
Spin your block and then we dip
Where we at is classified
Bitch nigga know I ain't playing
LF3 be the mob money over bitches is the saying
When this rap shit blow up it gon' be paying
Down on my knees and get to praying
J Magic get to spraying
Double C and Prada banging
I just poured a four now I'm feeling six deep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
Got a glizzy and a Tec
And they go doo, doo, doo, doo, brrrr
Better wear a vest
I'm a fly guy real smooth like im Sisqó
Big Glock get to stepping do my dance like a disco
I know they hate on me don't make no sense though
Had to send a couple shots told 'em get low
I'm a fly guy real smooth like im Sisqó
Big Glock get to stepping do my dance like a disco
I know they hate on me don't make no sense though
Had to send a couple shots told 'em get low