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 ride low (I low)
Used to her what you said, bro

Me, Juicy J, get too many
Me, J, get too many flows
Clique ballin' out like the '98
up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on
Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the
I ain't pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, with my model and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way your budget
Who you playin' with lil Your life won't cost me nothin'
J so presidential, don't 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 beat low (my 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, momma I like my kisses down low

Me, M, I got too many wins
up with them V twins in my engine
All ice all around me like a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the
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 a beat that a bitch ain't 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 I'm crippin'
Every n-gga in here wanna know I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow with me just I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put pussy on his lips, bitch

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

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap n-igga, "I'm not you"
Stop frontin', boy, not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not
never trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud,
I'll pull card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm shit
me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you seen nothin'
At the club, jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my
I'm in here with my feet up
I told y'all that I'm 'bout to up
Man it's to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, me eat up

My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my 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 kisses low