Low - Juicy J
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low
used to tell her what you said bro
Me Juicy Jgot too many hoes
Me Juicy Jgot too many flows
Clique ballin'out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday land in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show
tryna grab a bitch off the runway
I ain't even pack no clothes
nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic
menage with my model and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch we fuckin'
it ain't no discussion
It cost to be the boss
my nigga you way outta your budget
Who you playin' with lil homie?
Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential
don't make me press that button
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low she go low low
I get a brick you know I get it for the low
Her ass so fat I told her drop it down low
I do a verse you know my prices ain't low
Lil momma know I like my kisses down low
Me Nicki M I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick
That's shit so good man a bitch came quick
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't trippin'
You be on that bull you be on Scott Pippen
I be pimp walkin' I'm limpin'
C's on my bag so they think I'm crippin'
Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato niggas
I keep a pillow with me just
because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls
they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick
put that pussy on his lips bitch
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low she go low low
I get a brick you know I get it for the low
Her ass so fat I told her drop it down low
I do a verse you know my prices ain't low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho
Mr. Stack-That-Dough
Young rich nigga used to trap by the store
now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap nigga "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin' boy y'all not criminals
At the top man they talkin' 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not identical
I'll never trait on my squad nigga
Ball hard nigga I'm Michael Jordan
you Lebron nigga
In other words you a fraud nigga
I'll pull your card nigga
I'm a young boss I'm runnin' shit
Call me King Tut all this gold on
I be blinged up
If they try to rob
got the things tucked you ain't seen nothin'
At the club their jaws drop
when I pull up in that Benz
30 deep 'bout 20 heats
still stomp him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' with my feet up
I told y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up watch me eat up
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low she go low low
I get a brick you know I get it for the low
Her ass so fat I told her drop it down low
I do a verse you know my prices ain't low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low