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

Me, Juicy J, get too hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too flows
Clique ballin' out like the '98
Pull up in a million dollar car and it
Fly to on Sunday, land in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a off the runway
I ain't even pack no clothes, but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage my model and her roommate
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 playin' with lil Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me that button

My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass 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)
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, Nicki M, I got too wins
up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all me like a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the
I pull up a n-gga with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch quit
I ain't ever have a beat that a ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Scott
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 because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and thick
Bust it open quick, put pussy on his lips, bitch

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 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
momma know I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich n-gga to trap by the store, now taxed 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 not identical
I'll never trait on my squad,
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 this 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, stomp him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' my feet up
I told y'all that I'm to heat up
Man it's to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, me eat up

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