Luyện nghe bài hát Low

My low (my beat 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)
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 dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the
I even pack 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 to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta your budget
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 bass low (my low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat 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 her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil, momma know I like my down low

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

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 told her it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich n-gga used to 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 talkin' 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but not identical
I'll trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron,
In other words, you a fraud,
I'll your card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm shit
Call me King Tut, all gold on, I be blinged up
If try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
At the club, jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' my feet up
I told that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this weak
Pull the up, watch me eat up

My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I 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