Juicy J - Low lyrics

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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 J got too many whores

Me Juicy J got too many flows

Click 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, try to grab a bitch off the runway

I ain't even pack no clothes, nothing but rubbers in my suitcase

Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her roommate

And if I tip a bitch we fucking it ain't no discussion

It cost to be the boss, my nigga you way outta your budget

Who you playing with lil homie?

Your life won't cost me nothing

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 the 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 talking bowling but I'm with the king pin

I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick

That's just so good, man a bitch come quick

I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip

I'll fly every day but a bitch ain't tripping

You’ll be on that bull, you’ll be on Scott pimping

I’ll be pimp walking, I'm limping

See is on my bag so they think I'm cripping

Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinking

Mix Miscato 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

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 do everything for the low

Mister leave you home, me will take you home

Mister stuck that dope

Young rich nigga used to trap out of store, now trap for the flow

Tell a rap nigga: I'm not feelin

Stop frontin' boy, y'all not criminals

At the top, man they talk bout killin you

Got two nine’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 all this gold on I’ll be blinded up

If they try to rob got the things tucked you ain't seen nothin'

At the club their drop out when I pull up in that benz

30 deep bout 20 heats still stumble him out with my timbs

I'm in here chillin with my feet up

I told ya 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