Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Got me a new chick
And man I swear that she a baddie
Met up then we laced up
And we ran it like a track meet
It was triple R
From the jump
Man she about me
Grew up a southern bell
But she just moved back from Cali
Talked a little talk
And then she told me
She can walk it
So I drew a line up in the sand
Said baby don't get off it
She was fluent in the tongue of freaks
But she don't speak it often
I can tell that she
A ride or die for me
I sold the coffin
She get
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
(She get)
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Had me looking down on her
Like I was givin' blessings
It be a cold day in hell
The day that we ain't sexing
Slippin' slidin' on the dick
Like if I guessed it's her profession
In that pussy
Hot tub time machine
Flintstones to the jetsons
(Whoa)
It came clear to me that
I'm her first in terms of a man
Keep that big dick energy
Till she say amen
When she cum for me all heavens angels
Sing and praisin'
But she a fallen one
If you ask her where she from
She sayin'
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
(She get)
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Got me a new chick
And man I swear that she a baddie
Met up then we laced up
And we ran it like a track meet
It was triple R
From the jump
Man she about me
Grew up a southern bell
But she just moved back from Cali
Talked a little talk
And then she told me
She can walk it
So I drew a line up in the sand
Said baby don't get off it
She was fluent in the tongue of freaks
But she don't speak it often
I can tell that she
A ride or die for me
I sold the coffin
She get
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
(She get)
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Had me looking down on her
Like I was givin' blessings
It be a cold day in hell
The day that we ain't sexing
Slippin' slidin' on the dick
Like if I guessed it's her profession
In that pussy
Hot tub time machine
Flintstones to the jetsons
(Whoa)
It came clear to me that
I'm her first in terms of a man
Keep that big dick energy
Till she say amen
When she cum for me all heavens angels
Sing and praisin'
But she a fallen one
If you ask her where she from
She sayin'
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
(She get)
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low
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Writer(s): Shane Stevens, Stephanie Lewis, Morgane Hayes
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