| Trying to chill, Trying to be low
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| Daytona
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| Already know what it is when I’m rolling up
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| Got the bottles on deck nigga hold 'em up
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| If the thirst is real tell a ho sip up
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| Trying to chill but still I ain’t low nigga
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| They like: «oh you act like you don’t know niggas»
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| Just pass, no dap, no «hello nigga»
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| Go figure last winter I was close with you
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| I’m like: «homie is you serious you a ho nigga»
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| Yo I got no business with broke niggas
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| All my day one fam spending on sipping
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| Looking prolific, bitches blow kisses
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| I got the whole hood saying: «You ain’t low nigga»
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| Oh shit Louis Vuitton loafers, my chick in them daffodils
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| I sit back and chill looking like the mack for real
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| As the waitress bring the bottles through
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| Little Mexican bring the cranberry- and orange juice
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| I’m no psychic, but I done read a mind or two
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| With you I read: «head «For all you square niggas 'out the loot:
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| «I hope next year work out for you»
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| I’m up in with Nicole Kidman
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| And got all the hoes saying:
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| «You ain’t low nigga, you ain’t low nigga, you ain’t low»
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| Already know what it is when I’m rolling up
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| Got the bottles on deck nigga hold 'em up
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| If the thirst is real tell a ho sip up
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| Trying to chill but still I ain’t low nigga
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| The Bible tell: «You reap what you sow nigga»
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| And I be way too high to be low nigga
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| Yeah I’m in the hood getting doe nigga
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| And I ain’t got to say what I sell you can go figure
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| I move mountains, but who’s counting?
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| Top floor, ocean view, blue fountain
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| Ferragamos all suede a few thousands
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| The difference is I’m copping you browsing
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| My connect got a mutual respect
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| But if you talk or you short
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| They’ll shoot you in the neck
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| Always keep you eyes on the deuces in the deck
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| And they won’t jam with the correct usage of the tec
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| Nah, I don’t like to talk much, I like to show niggas
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| If you ain’t never broke bread, I don’t know niggas
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| Self made millionaire, I don’t owe niggas
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| And on that note:
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| «You ain’t low nigga, you ain’t low nigga, you ain’t low»
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| Already know what it is when I’m rolling up
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| Got the bottles on deck nigga hold 'em up
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| If the thirst is real tell a ho sip up
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| Trying to chill but still I ain’t low nigga
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| My act like De Niro in the Tangiers
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| Anyway, I’m the man there
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| I’m cool with all the fanfare
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| «What you doing just standing there
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| Bitch make it move for them niggas in them lavish wears»
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| No whack bitches in my atmosphere
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| No tracks in here
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| Just curly haired girls, I’m attracting yea
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| ,, East Africans yea
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| Dimples in the lower back smiling at me
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| She just throw it back, cause my rap style is nasty
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| Got to bitches
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| Can’t trust a big butt and a smile:
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| «You ain’t low nigga, you ain’t low nigga, you ain’t low»
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| Already know what it is when I’m rolling up
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| Got the bottles on deck nigga hold 'em up
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| If the thirst is real tell a ho sip up
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| Trying to chill but still I ain’t low nigga |