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Artiste : Lil Baby
Titre : Low Down
(Cook that shit up, Quay)

Go to lunch in the Jewish community (Yeah)
I wouldn´t tell on the bros with immunity (Nah)
Playin´ victim, that shit ain´t gon´ ruin me

I´m the only now that outdo me
I got hoes by the group tryna do me
My life like a movie, get head in the water
Don´t gotta put in no work, I send orders
This shit done got serious, them millions come plural, I´m living by morals
We swipe ´em, ain´t keepin´, no Dora Explorer
I´m young and I´m turnt, I got bitches galore
My baby, my whip cost two-fifty, I´m splurgin´
Got five million cash just in case of emergency
My young niggas kill, get away, they be purgin´
It happened like this, I ain´t do it on purpose
I´m working my move, nigga, which one of you workin´?
I turned on my crew, bought a coupe off of verses
I´m tired of these strippers, I´m going at nurses and doctors and dentists
You started, I finished, I told you we with it

My word is like gold to my city
I tell ´em to go, they gon´ get it
I heard that you froze when they hit it
Putting these hoes in the business, you know that you tripping
I tell ´em no, they gon´ listen
Knowin´ these niggas be sweet and some bitches, I´m different

She tryna leave me, I´m low down
I hang with savages, don´t bring your ho ´round
I´m going bougie, I´m switchin´ my profile
All of my cars get delivered with no miles
They think they do and we don´t, I don´t know how
Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds
I put on drip every day from the floor up
I´m getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah

Cullinan shot in, my driver named Solid
I keep him on point, make sure nobody follow us
I got a Glock with a shot that can stop a truck
I get the money eight ways like an octopus
No way in hell I´ma give all these choppers up
Team full of players, ain´t nobody stopping us
He out of line, give a fuck, then we poppin´ him
Been raisin´ hell, back in school, I was popular, yeah
All of my hoes get facials, face me
Make her my bitch too much, she lazy
I was thinking prices too high, then I raised ´em
Shit in my bank account gettin´ outrageous
Niggas smellin´ like that, had to switch up my fragrance
And I´m sending out shots if the fouls get flagrant

Switch up my route to the house, had to change it
Still with the shit, I forget that I´m famous

She tryna leave me, I´m low down
I hang with savages, don´t bring your ho ´round
I´m going bougie, I´m switchin´ my profile
All of my cars get delivered with no miles
They think they do and we don´t, I don´t know how
Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds
I put on drip every day from the floor up
I´m getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah
She tryna leave me, I´m low down
I hang with savages, don´t bring your ho ´round
I´m going bougie, I´m switchin´ my profile
All of my cars get delivered with no miles
They think they do and we don´t, I don´t know how

Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds
I put on drip every day from the floor up
I´m getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah

I´m getting sick of this shit, pour some more up
I put on drip every day from the floor up
I´m getting sick of this shit, pour some more up
I put on drip every day