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Author
Low Fy
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Low Fy
Uploaded
August 01, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:35
Lyrics
im in the cut, with a blunt, and a gun
it goes brbrrr cause you comin so soft like a cunt
i pose with nice styles, change it one n awhile
comin to pile with complied shit to break file cabinet
stabnbin a ramblin man for talkin shit
with his hands gripped behind his back kid
now gimme ya wallet, takje ya loot
and abolish any shit you said for tryin to bowrrow it
ill get these muthafuckin clips off, now bow down
for those that rap sounds of clown nature
blow blow, your life ended quick right now
put ya jaw, got flipped right now
and you supposed to be hard right now? shit please
run up in ya spot, and get these
family memebers to lay on the floor so easily
i get hoes from cali to cicelli
stickin me? ya shittin me, cause ive been pimpin B's
ever since you started listening
(hook x2)
i aint jokin, it aint bout the way im rhymin
shit son, flavor left hiphop in the 90's
now we got throwback call bitches ho's i roll wit it
i dont get down like that, im not a mainstream rapper
Blowin it out, get low in the south
im not talkin bout ATL, cali in the house
when im pissin clout pinnin down faggots for loose change
50 cent in they pockets and CDplayers shit aint changed
but as deranged as i am, i flip a flow for those
that dont dance or boogie, nor show off they hos
they like to chill n smoke weed, not worry bout thugs
wanting to run up in they place and put a gun in they face
so ill do it for you, im underground but not really
thats why i got crips and bloods and backpackers that feel me
so i keep reppin my steez till im leavin this earth
but before i do that im up in ya chicks purse
snatchin the big bills, ima sheisty muthafucker
dont trust me round ya bitch im a ikely muthafucker
that when u find out she been fucked
your like damn, it was that mutherfucker
what a fuckin cunt
(hook x2)
i aint jokin, it aint bout the way im rhymin
shit son, flavor left hiphop in the 90's
now we got throwback call bitches ho's i roll wit it
Third verse, worst than the second and first
pestimistic or optismistic, been both since birth
i been shut down, got shot at for those chips
and i still came back spit a 16 and flipped
and landed in a ditch of my own shit im rotten
whos plotten and whos the next wack fuck that im robbin
better pull them pea shooters, if you feel lucky
and ill have ya bitch yellin, enef fuck me fuck me
yhea dog, i get raw with a dick in ya mouth
dont forget who ya speakin to, cause even a clown
would get his block knocked off
knock blockd off, socks rocked off let go i get launched off
an ounce at a time, im poundin ya rhymes
better manifest ya style, cause im takin that too
and i dont know you, never cared to, and i did slap me
cause you dead, would make me very happy
(hook x3)
i aint jokin, it aint bout the way im rhymin
shit son, flavor left hiphop in the 90's
now we got throwback call bitches ho's i roll wit it
