club We gets low, oh Oh, all my ladies to tha flo' Handle it, ladies, back it up Gettin' crunk up in tha club We gets low, oh Oh, all my ladies to
t put it in words I ain't never been the type that really talk to nobody So all the problem I had I just kept it all inside me Y'all had enough of your
fuck your friend And you won't know nothin? Every time I see her on the low we fuckin? I know them buttons and I hit ?em Most of the time I get 'em I
booty hoes hop wit it Hoochie mamas hop wit it Let me see ya touch the ground I don't know ya reputation But all the niggas in the hood say it's all
, duces to substance-abuse nuisance Fuckin' these loose gooses, raw dick, we all sick I'm goin' skinny dippin' after y'all hit That country fuckin', Bubba, hit
Slow it up lights off that aint no nigga dont move where its at, get down hit tha floor gimmie all your dough gimmie yo pack and new pole gimmie all yo
Tims And my chain hang 24 inches like the rims Diamonds all blown up Sorta like a pimp So when the light hit the ice It starts glistenin' off the Tims My chain hang All
low, take it all in then i hit that road, smell it in the air man, it's all in the nose, raging bull I see red light rose, you know why, [Pre-Chorus
hard all night til the light Chorus: I'll be your secret l-o-v-e-r If you promise me that you won't say shit L-o-v-e-r and I promise your time won
low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low (method man) Insane like a
on me to ring that cam bell like Niomee Ohh that girl has take it on easy lookin all oiled up and all greazy about that time you stop that teasin way
love to em (The Game) I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry 64 White walls so clean looks like Im ridin on bolbs Hit one switch mayne that ass so low
so bright Feelin' like things gon' be alright Lights please [Outro] Uh uh uh Lights please Uh uh uh Lights please Uh uh uh Lights please Turn off the lights Lights
vacations alias Shawn stacks miss shows, never call back blowin? Dro sippin tall cats on the low had to crawl back n-ggas wonder if it?s all raps or it?s all
piece, now I'm in da kitchen with a beacon and a blender, low key in a rental, with dem thangs in da fender, see I full time grind january to december
like a Phantom 5 stars love but them haters can stand 'em UK money, 150 thousand pounds All white lim sittin' low to the ground I just joined the game
her hips cause I'm watching Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn Now we all alone, why the lights on? Turn 'em off, time to set it off, get
