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Thirty M's in the bank for sure, but you Would never know I act broke. Yeah, I'm tryna hit for sure, but baby gotta Keep it on low. I be dressing like a model for the vlog, Never telling why I got the glow. Gang stuck any bitch with a pole, but you Would never know it's on the low. Ah, ah, ay, Small ass but she pretty in The face. Ay, I'm tryna take you on a Date to the crib, it's four blocks away. Black van, dark I'm creeping. Tell nobody 'bout me, I'm a secret. On a trip, you should keep dreaming. That pussy fit, jet bait, I'll drink it. That pussy mad as fuck, hit it like a Mattress. Shawty wanna eat my dick 'cause I'm tatted Up. She a scavenger, YG can handle her. Put her ass on OnlyFans, YG her manager. I got payrolls, I ain't slang hoes. Coming pick you up, don't take long. I just flood the case with them pesos. It was going to trial, then boom, case closed. Thirty M's in the bank for sure, but you Would never know I act broke. Yeah, I'm tryna hit for sure, but baby gotta Keep it on the low. I be dressing like a model for the vlog, Never telling why I got the glow. Gang stuck any bitch with a pole, but you Would never know it's on the low. Pack that shit up, pack it up. Pack that shit up, pack it up. Fuck that, I can't even whisper. I like games we can play, chess or naked Twister. I will bust out your guts like a Chocolate Swisher. Come now, don't shake, Cats like the whiskers. I meow on that bitch, never foul on that Bitch. She's a tourist the way she go to Town on that dick. Got bondage, leather, Shit is punk rock. She get off, I get Off, shit, we at a bus stop. Ah, baby, what's your name? I'm Him, nice to meet you. It ain't no service here, that nigga can't reach You. Got about a nine-inch chair, I could seat You. Let me get my dinner knee pads, I Will eat you up. Keep it low, scuba. Cornrows, gap teeth, A cups, ooh, Girl. Better calm the fuck down, I'm a club Shooter. Take you home, this a three-million-dollar Uber. Goddamn. Thirty M's in the bank for sure, but you Would never know I act broke. Yeah, I'm tryna hit for sure, but baby gotta Keep it on the low. I be dressing like a model for the vlog, Never telling why I got the glow. Gang stuck any bitch with a pole, but you Would never know it's on the low. Pack that shit up, pack it up. Pack That shit up, pack it up. Pack that that shit up to the whisper song. Pack that shit up to the whisper song. Pack that shit up to the whisper song. Pack that shit up to the whisper song
YG, Tyler, The Creator — ON THE LOW feat tyler, the creator
«ON THE LOW feat tyler, the creator» — YG, Tyler, The Creator. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:04. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
