Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lay Low, artist - Young Chris. Date of issue: 18.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lay Low |
| Bought a brand new, 5 thousand a month |
| Bitch my sour is special, hundred hours a blunt |
| Only smoking what’s proper, and the worst will be popping |
| And we shot ya |
| So be a massacre, chicken like soccer |
| Bottles popping it’s pop it |
| 20 bitches around us, I just slaughter them numbers |
| Soon as she hit me, I count her |
| I can narrow the pinky, hit her right like winky |
| Got the club looking clowny, for the love of the |
| And the 6 and the benz, couple of bitches they friends |
| And we just getting started |
| Niggers fishing drop my |
| Niggers bitch I’m living again |
| Special shout to division |
| They see my vision to win |
| Know it’s a slaughter, when you see the sparkles |
| They tell me, what type of couches, bitches surround us |
| We blunting, travel the globe |
| Stop through tour town and run it, |
| So let them know, cut them hoes tonight we blow the money |
| Cause we motherfucking pay hoe |
| Life is a bitch I’m in the sun with my shades on |
| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low |
| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe |
| After the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low |
| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe |
| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low |
| Maseratti dipping |
| Neck cause me a billie |
| And fucking bad bitches, other niggers like a |
| This summers mine, Jordan number 9, |
| I came in balling all these niggers like a yellow |
| And won all your bitches, hit them from the lot |
| It’s me and chris, eat a dick, we the shit |
| We really balling, you just talk about it |
| I’m on my metro, call me if you need a brick |
| Know it’s a slaughter, when you see the sparkles |
| They tell me, what type of couches, bitches surround us |
| We blunting, travel the globe |
| Stop through your town and run it, |
| So let them know, cut them hoes, tonight we blow the money |
| Cause we motherfucking pay hoe |
| Life is a bitch I’m in the sun with my shades on |
| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low |
| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe |
| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low |
| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe |
| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low |
| Bacon, all these rappers be hating |
| Spend hella factspassing my gratious |
| So my Canadian they had me stuck at the border |
| Call me husein bolt, flame boy |
| We be up in the club stunting with 2 chains boy |
| Got a popping niggers, smacking bitches all in our faces |
| Trying to follow me home |
| A hundred, you bitch ass nigger don’t want it |
| Know it’s a slaughter, when you see the sparkles |
| They tell me, what type of couches, bitches surround us |
| We blunting, travel the globe |
| Stop through your town and run it |
| So let the know, cut them hoes, tonight we blow the money |
| Cause we motherfucking pay hoe |
| Life is a bitch I’m in the sun with my shades on |
| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low |
| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe |
| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low |
| Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe |
| After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low |