| I don’t rob no more
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| Steal a ride, I pack a 2
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| Ski a slow, act a fool
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| I’m a murker ghoul
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| You don’t want my true circle dude
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| And these killers gonna do what they paid to do
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| Everything I say so goddamn low life
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| Every song I play so goddamn low life
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| Hard class steel, such a goddamn low life
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| Pride, cash deals, such a goddamn low life
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| Low life, low life
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| Low life my whole life
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| Low life, low life
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| Low life my whole life
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| Human methadone now leave me the F alone
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| I take your bitch and F her dome
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| It’s me they wishin' death upon
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| Human methadone now leave me the F alone
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| I take your bitch and F her dome
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| It’s me they wishin' death upon
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| F 'em all, safety on the F-in off
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| Call the trauma truck I’m a check his pulse
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| Swing back, Ridge Mars, search and destroy
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| All I have in this world is a pistol nigga piss poor
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| Now I throw my dues up in the two thousand new some
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| Rainin' cats and dogs but I don’t want the roof up
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| Get your issue here I got deuce
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| You disappear like bishop Pierce, I do not choose
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| My angle obtuse, Triple C my family tree
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| I ain’t roots, I ain’t see, I ain’t do
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| I just shot and been shot at, rob robbers, boss bosses 'round
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| O’s and E’s, Wheel of Fortune style
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| Low life, wouldn’t trust the neither
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| Pedigree amphetamine feel, pills 'round the reefer
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| Have these niggers' women, never bought diamonds
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| We just wait for you to get it, now we all got 'em
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| All papers chief, this PO makes me sick
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| Another test stress, fuck it, use the baby’s piss
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| Low life, been bout' it
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| Party harder than that day they murdered Bin Laden
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| Black and yellow chains, black and yellow fit
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| When I throw co lethal, wait before I cut the check
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| Went through my low life fast
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| Still lovin' these strip clubs
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| Dance is off for two hundred but I’m on the pill and I’m on six dubs
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| Low life of my whole life to my paper loan
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| My trap doin' so good, might get to extra zones
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| And I ain’t even talkin' about no clean money
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| I’m talkin' dope profit that keep that triple bean jumpin'
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| Hundred thousand dollar car but ain’t no fuckin' gas
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| I’m one hundred in the hood, you had to pay to pass
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| Robbin' for the same work we sold to you
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| Might take all your new shit, look like it’s old to you
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| That purple in my swisher got me seeing shit
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| I just bought another chopper that ain’t seen the clip |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Low Life, artist - Gunplay. Album song Bogota Rich, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп