Emilio Rojas - Low lyrics

rate me

They say I’m too real for these fuck boys

And I’m too real for these hoes

With a bad bitch with that good she getting low

Aha yeah she getting low, low, low

Hell yeah we getting low, low, low

They say I’m too real for my city

I’m too real with that flow

And we be in that Audi getting low

Aw yeah we getting low, low, low

Hell yeah we getting low, low

We getting, we getting low

I’m not a god, somebody lied

I got apostles in the car

And they all are willing to rid

We uptown around Dyckman

Riding around with them dyke chicks

And they both bad and they both mad

Because usually they don’t like dick

I’m in a Brietling with no bling

Cause diamonds in my thing

And the chick I wipe down, I won’t wife now

Now that bitch don’t get no ring

I’m the Jefe and I live in the city the Jets claim

I was always a fan of the Knicks

So I’ll never be sitting

And watching the Nets game

The best thing in the city except Jay

My middle finger been touching my ring finger

There’s a thin line for love and hate

My father left when I was young

And made my mother wait

That filled me up with hunger

Now I don’t eat till mother straight

While y’all been spending money on them colleges

We bought so many bottles

We could piss away a scholarship

My money loud, that’s why them bitches get to hollering

It’s quiet if it isn’t bringing dollars in

They say I’m too real for these fuck boys

And I’m too real for these hoes

With a bad bitch with that good she getting low

Aha yeah she getting low, low, low

Hell yeah we getting low, low, low

They say I’m too real for my city

I’m too real with that flow

And we be in that Audi getting low

Aw yeah we getting low, low, low

Hell yeah we getting low, low

We getting, we getting low

And my day job is that night life

I got no shame, I got no regrets

I never gave a fuck about hindsight

And play no games it’s still my life

We’ll be rolling around like a highlight

And I roll around with them lowlifes

And we all are living that high life

Riding around in that V

Hiding a pound in my jeans

Getting the women you wishing you hitting

And then I be sliding them down to they knees

I am the one Razor blade under the tongue

Never would talk to the judge

Up in the Roc to get in the hospital

Where the doctors pumping my lungs

Pumping my lungs, pumping my lungs

And I never gotta show and prove

I show improvement

And my crew is like a fucking GPS

We showing movement, right?

Too busy making decisions to make excuses

If nobody tryna use you

That prove to me that you useless

I’m my own fucking business

Homey I pay myself

I don’t ever choose cause hard decisions

Tend to make themselves

If you hate on me now

It’s cause you hate yourself

All I ever follow is the paper trail

They say I’m too real for these fuck boys

And I’m too real for these hoes

With a bad bitch with that good she getting low

Aha yeah she getting low, low, low

Hell yeah we getting low, low, low

They say I’m too real for my city

I’m too real with that flow

And we be in that Audi getting low

Aw yeah we getting low, low, low

Hell yeah we getting low, low

We getting, we getting low