Luyện nghe bài hát Low

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

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

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

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

Me, Nicki M, I got too many
Pull up with V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me a penguin
I ain't talkin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a n-gga with a big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch can't
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch rip
I'm fly every day but a bitch trippin'
You be on bull, you be on Scott Pippen
I be walkin', I'm limpin'
C's on my bag so they think I'm
Every n-gga in here wanna what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I ride low (I 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 her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now for the flow
Tell a rap n-igga, "I'm not you"
frontin', boy, y'all not criminals
At the top, man they 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not
I'll never on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud,
pull your card, nigga
I'm a boss, I'm runnin' shit
me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' with my up
I told that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all weak stuff
Pull the beat up, 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 her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I my kisses down low