Luyện nghe bài hát Low

My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
Used to tell her you said, bro

Me, Juicy J, get too many
Me, Juicy J, get too many
Clique ballin' out like the '98
Pull up in a dollar car and violate it
Fly to on Sunday, land in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the
I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my
Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta budget
Who you with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, make me press that button

My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
Low

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
Lil, momma I like my kisses down low

Me, Nicki M, I got too wins
Pull up with them V twins in my
All ice all around me like a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm the kingpin
I up with a n-gga with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch quit
I ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip
I'm fly day but a bitch ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Pippen
I be pimp walkin', I'm
C's on my bag so they I'm crippin'
Every n-gga in here wanna know I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
Low

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
Lil' know I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, y'all not
At the top, man they talkin' 'bout you
Got two 9's but not identical
I'll never on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron,
In words, you a fraud, nigga
pull your card, nigga
I'm a boss, I'm runnin' shit
Call me King Tut, all this on, I be blinged up
If try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
At the club, their drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my
I'm in here chillin' my feet up
I told y'all I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to all this weak stuff
the beat up, watch me eat up

My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (she go low)
My low (she go low)
I low (she go low)
She go low (she go low)
Low (yeah)

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my down low