Luyện nghe bài hát Low

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 bass low (my low)
I ride low (I low)
to tell her what you said, bro

Me, J, get too many hoes
Me, J, get too many flows
Clique ballin' out the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, in France on Monday
Faded at the show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway
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 outta your
Who you playin' with lil homie? Your won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press button

My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my 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, M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V in my engine
All this ice all around me like a
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm the kingpin
I pull up with a n-gga with a real big
That's just so good, man a bitch quit
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch rip
I'm fly every day but a ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Scott
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 keep a pillow with me just I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some 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 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)
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.
Young rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the
a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' 'bout you
Got two 9's but not identical
I'll never on my squad, nigga
hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In words, you a fraud, nigga
pull your 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 ain't nothin'
At the club, their jaws when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' with my up
I told y'all I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's to kill all this weak stuff
the beat up, watch me eat up

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