Down Low Shit
You gay boy
You gay boy
Come out, come out
Come out, come out, come out
Come out, come out, come out
You gay boy
Ha
You don't need to lie
Say I'm not your type
(Boy bye)
Look me in the eyes
Open up these thighs
(Wide)
Talking all that shit
But you hittin it
(Boy bye)
Forcing masculine
That's the mask you're in
Ooo
You don't need to lie
Say I'm not your type
(Touch me, touch me)
Look me in the eyes
Open up these thighs
(Kiss me, kiss me)
Talking all that shit
But you hittin' it
(Feel me, feel me)
Forcing masculine
That's the mask you're in
Ooo
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Yeah
Boy you be hittin' it
Yeah
Boy you be hittin' it
Baby why don't you come on over
Say my name I'll bend you over
You got a girl named Stacy
Does she know you call me baby?
Looking at 2:00
Dming at 3:00
Pulling up cause you want to see me
Rolling the blunt
Rolling up me
Opening up while I'm licking that G
Pulling up at 2 am 3 am 4am 5 am 6 aye
Talk to your boys about pussy
Last night you rode on this dick aye
Saying that you ain't no homo
Always begging baby cause you want more
Asking for me like an encore
Boy come out of that closet through that door
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Yeah
Boy you be hittin' it
Yeah
Boy you be hittin' it
Hi Stacy
Your name is Stacy?
You know my dick make your boy go crazy?
You wanna fight me?
You wanna try me?
These hickies from your nigga when he bite me
You think I'm lying?
He's just denying
Receipts baby girl see what you're buying
Y'all is trifling y'all really trifling
Always get bothered when a queer man vibing
(Scream)
Sneak me in your house, turn the lights off
Choke you in the night
Slide it in, and don't pause
Grab you with my arms dick fatal no gauze
Make that hole in one
Your Master's here, play golf
Looking at me while I'm look at looking at you
Eating you out, takeout style, tofu
Nothing promised no regrets vous les vous
Goin in wild we gon' do what we do
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Whoa
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Come out through that door
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
You know you want more
Boy you be hittin' it
Come get you some more
Boy you be hittin' it
Come out through that door
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Whoa
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Come out through that door
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
You know you want more
Boy you be hittin' it
Come get you some more
Boy you be hittin' it
Come out through that
You gay boy
Come out, come out
Come out, come out, come out
Come out, come out, come out
You gay boy
Ha
You don't need to lie
Say I'm not your type
(Boy bye)
Look me in the eyes
Open up these thighs
(Wide)
Talking all that shit
But you hittin it
(Boy bye)
Forcing masculine
That's the mask you're in
Ooo
You don't need to lie
Say I'm not your type
(Touch me, touch me)
Look me in the eyes
Open up these thighs
(Kiss me, kiss me)
Talking all that shit
But you hittin' it
(Feel me, feel me)
Forcing masculine
That's the mask you're in
Ooo
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Yeah
Boy you be hittin' it
Yeah
Boy you be hittin' it
Baby why don't you come on over
Say my name I'll bend you over
You got a girl named Stacy
Does she know you call me baby?
Looking at 2:00
Dming at 3:00
Pulling up cause you want to see me
Rolling the blunt
Rolling up me
Opening up while I'm licking that G
Pulling up at 2 am 3 am 4am 5 am 6 aye
Talk to your boys about pussy
Last night you rode on this dick aye
Saying that you ain't no homo
Always begging baby cause you want more
Asking for me like an encore
Boy come out of that closet through that door
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Yeah
Boy you be hittin' it
Yeah
Boy you be hittin' it
Hi Stacy
Your name is Stacy?
You know my dick make your boy go crazy?
You wanna fight me?
You wanna try me?
These hickies from your nigga when he bite me
You think I'm lying?
He's just denying
Receipts baby girl see what you're buying
Y'all is trifling y'all really trifling
Always get bothered when a queer man vibing
(Scream)
Sneak me in your house, turn the lights off
Choke you in the night
Slide it in, and don't pause
Grab you with my arms dick fatal no gauze
Make that hole in one
Your Master's here, play golf
Looking at me while I'm look at looking at you
Eating you out, takeout style, tofu
Nothing promised no regrets vous les vous
Goin in wild we gon' do what we do
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Whoa
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Come out through that door
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
You know you want more
Boy you be hittin' it
Come get you some more
Boy you be hittin' it
Come out through that door
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Whoa
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
Come out through that door
Down Low Shit
Boy you be hittin' it
You know you want more
Boy you be hittin' it
Come get you some more
Boy you be hittin' it
Come out through that
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