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letra de stay low - dj drama, lil jon, & lil scrappy

[intro 1: lil scr-ppy]
aye, stop every motherf-cking thing that’s going on right now, i know ya’ll listening and sh-t
but i need to holla at my n-gga dramatic mane
i ain’t finna host this sh-t, if it ain’t got none of my sh-t on this b-tch
this the boy the prince of crunk
man turn my sh-t on and turn that sh-t up
you in your car, n-gga turn the sh-t on
don’t even turn it down cause you finna get your sh-t busted, yeah (dramatic, dramatic)

[intro 2: trillville & lil jon]
i’m dead broke, a n-gga need some dough
oh h-ll no, i’m sick of being broke
i’m dead broke, a n-gga need some dough
oh h-ll no, i’m sick of being broke (gangsta grillz, yeah)

[chorus: don p & lil scr-ppy]
clips in my .9, a couple .45’s
a n-gga dead broke, so i gotta get mine
hit the floor (hit the floor), hit the floor (hit the floor)
hit the floor (hit the floor), hit the floor (hit thе floor)
we’ll shoot through your window, we’ll shoot through your wall (through your wall)
go strip down to your draws (draws)
all my n-ggas want it all (all)
we want you to buck mothеrf-cka (motherf-cka)
we want you to buck right now (right now)
we want you to buck motherf-cka (motherf-cka)
we want you to buck right now (right now)
[verse 1: dirty mouth & don p]
f-ck n-gga
all my n-gga want is some cheese
don’t say a word p-ssy n-gga, if you do i’ma squeeze
now b-tch freeze, and get yo ass down on the floor
i’m a gutter motherf-cka, that’s gon’ slit your throat
i’m dead broke, a n-gga comin’ straight out the slums
packing .9 millimeters and a black tommy guns
and i’m a k!ller, i’ma straight pull out your spine
stab your ass eight times, it’s a [freeze?] from the crime (aye, my [?])

[verse 2: don p]
aye, my man, let me explain
i don’t play by rules, my gat don’t play no games
don’t give up, money, jewelry and chain
now i’m rich, i get the picture but i ain’t changed
had to hit a l!ck cause a n-gga needed cheese
lay it down motherf-cka, i ain’t gotta say please
with the gat to your face and your b-tch on her knees
don aka, i stay on the creep, yeah

[chorus: don p & lil scr-ppy]
clips in my .9, a couple .45’s
a n-gga dead broke, so i gotta get mine
hit the floor (hit the floor), hit the floor (hit the floor)
hit the floor (hit the floor), hit the floor (hit the floor)
we’ll shoot through your window, we’ll shoot through your wall (through your wall)
go strip down to your draws (draws)
all my n-ggas want it all (all)
we want you to buck motherf-cka (motherf-cka)
we want you to buck right now (right now)
we want you to buck motherf-cka (motherf-cka)
we want you to buck right now (right now)
[verse 3: lil scr-ppy]
my pockets on low, finna pull up, kick door
aye b-tch, lay it down, put your face on the floor
whatchu waiting on buddy? i ain’t playing with you homie
got a mask on my face so you don’t too much know me
yeah n-gga i’m for real, don’t be playing with my sk!ll
gon’ rob for a [?] and i do it for a mill
aye chill, before i knock the f-cking b-lls out your face
motherf-ck the police cause i ain’t catching a case

[verse 4: lil’ la & don p]
i gotta get mine, feeling with you [?]
b-tch you want it all, all g’s and the dough
a mix of little hen (hen), and a little coke (coke)
and if i see the draw, in a godd-mn pole
so gon’ get ho’ed or better yet, get low
i got a d-mn b-tch that’ll make your ass hit the floor
b-tch n-gga know cause we came from the dough
so go and get up and get your ass on the floor (yeah)

[chorus: don p, lil scr-ppy & lil jon]
clips in my .9, a couple .45’s
a n-gga dead broke, so i gotta get mine
hit the floor (hit the floor), hit the floor (hit the floor)
hit the floor (hit the floor), hit the floor (hit the floor)
we’ll shoot through your window, we’ll shoot through your wall (through your wall)
go strip down to your draws (draws)
all my n-ggas want it all (all)
we want you to buck motherf-cka (motherf-cka)
we want you to buck right now (right now)
we want you to buck motherf-cka (motherf-cka)
we want you to buck right now (right now, gangsta grillz)
yeah, clips in my .9, a couple .45’s
a n-gga dead broke, so i gotta get mine
hit the floor (hit the floor), hit the floor (hit the floor)
hit the floor (hit the floor), hit the floor (hit the floor)
we’ll shoot to your window, we’ll shoot through your wall (through your wall)
go strip down through your draws (draws)
all my n-ggas want it all (all)
we want you to buck motherf-cka (motherf-cka)
we want you to buck right now (right now)
we want you to buck motherf-cka (motherf-cka)
we want you to buck right now (right now)
[outro: bo hagon]
didn’t you hear what my folks said? don’t you know what the deal is?
we ain’t got to say sh-t, that’ll still [?]
and coupe de ville is parked outside of the corner store of the exit off 85
hit the l!ck, switch clothes and let it ride
them fbi boys ain’t quick to let it slide
i’ma get this money any way that i can
n-gga f-ck around think we playin’, there it is

- dj drama lil jon lil scrappy

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