• 標題:Low Down (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Lil Baby
  • 專輯:My Turn (Deluxe) [Explicit]
  • 卡拉OK評級:1★
  • 語言:en
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    Low Down (Explicit) - Lil Baby
    Lyrics by:Chris Rosser/Dominique Jones
    Composed by:Chris Rosser/Dominique Jones
    Cook that s**t up Quay
    Go to lunch in the Jewish community
    Yeah
    I wouldn't tell on the bros with immunity
    Nah
    Playing victim that s**t ain't gong ruin me
    I'm the only now that outdo me
    I got h*es 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 s**t done got serious them millions come plural I'm living by morals
    We swipe 'em ain't keeping no Dora Explorer
    I'm young and I'm turnt I got b***hes galore
    My baby my whip cost two-fifty I'm splurging
    Got five million cash just in case of emergency
    My young n***as kill get away they be purging
    It happened like this I ain't do it on purpose
    I'm working my move n***a which one of you working
    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 gong get it
    I heard that you froze when they hit it
    Putting these h*es in the business you know that you tripping
    I tell 'em no they gong listen
    Knowing these n***as be sweet and some b***hes 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 switching 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 s**t 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 f**k then we popping him
    Been raising hell back in school I was popular yeah
    All of my h*es get facials face me
    Make her my b***h too much she lazy
    I was thinking prices too high then I raised 'em
    S**t in my bank account getting outrageous
    N***as smelling 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 s**t I forget that I'm famous
    I'm getting sick of this s**t pour some more up
    I put on drip every day