| Bought a brand new, 5 thousand a month
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| Bitch my sour is special, hundred hours a blunt
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| Only smoking what’s proper, and the worst will be popping
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| And we shot ya
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| So be a massacre, chicken like soccer
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| Bottles popping it’s pop it
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| 20 bitches around us, I just slaughter them numbers
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| Soon as she hit me, I count her
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| I can narrow the pinky, hit her right like winky
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| Got the club looking clowny, for the love of the
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| And the 6 and the benz, couple of bitches they friends
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| And we just getting started
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| Niggers fishing drop my
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| Niggers bitch I’m living again
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| Special shout to division
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| They see my vision to win
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| Know it’s a slaughter, when you see the sparkles
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| They tell me, what type of couches, bitches surround us
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| We blunting, travel the globe
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| Stop through tour town and run it,
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| So let them know, cut them hoes tonight we blow the money
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| Cause we motherfucking pay hoe
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| Life is a bitch I’m in the sun with my shades on
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| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low
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| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe
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| After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low
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| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe
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| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low
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| Maseratti dipping
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| Neck cause me a billie
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| And fucking bad bitches, other niggers like a
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| This summers mine, Jordan number 9,
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| I came in balling all these niggers like a yellow
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| And won all your bitches, hit them from the lot
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| It’s me and chris, eat a dick, we the shit
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| We really balling, you just talk about it
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| I’m on my metro, call me if you need a brick
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| Know it’s a slaughter, when you see the sparkles
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| They tell me, what type of couches, bitches surround us
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| We blunting, travel the globe
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| Stop through your town and run it,
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| So let them know, cut them hoes, tonight we blow the money
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| Cause we motherfucking pay hoe
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| Life is a bitch I’m in the sun with my shades on
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| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low
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| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe
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| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low
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| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe
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| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low
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| Bacon, all these rappers be hating
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| Spend hella factspassing my gratious
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| So my Canadian they had me stuck at the border
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| Call me husein bolt, flame boy
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| We be up in the club stunting with 2 chains boy
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| Got a popping niggers, smacking bitches all in our faces
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| Trying to follow me home
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| A hundred, you bitch ass nigger don’t want it
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| Know it’s a slaughter, when you see the sparkles
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| They tell me, what type of couches, bitches surround us
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| We blunting, travel the globe
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| Stop through your town and run it
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| So let the know, cut them hoes, tonight we blow the money
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| Cause we motherfucking pay hoe
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| Life is a bitch I’m in the sun with my shades on
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| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low
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| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe
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| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low
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| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe
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| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lay Low , by - DJ Drama. Song from the album Third Power, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп