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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 Youll be on that bull, youll be on Scott pimping Ill 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 nines 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 Ill 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
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