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letra de get low - fat loc

[intro]
get low, get low

[hook]
9 times out of 10, i know they hatin’ on me
light skin brown thing, i know she waitin’ on me
just got a cold babe, i’m on my way down
let me tell you a lil’ story ’bout my town
i was ridin’ ’round the tow with some hustle n-ggas
ask my cousin lil’ cody, he catch a n-gga
i play it safe, so i walk with my pistol
[?] make it get low

[post-hook]
get low, get low, get low
get low, get low, get low
get low, get low, get low
get low, get low, get low

[verse 1]
they was talkin’, but they forgot what i all been through, huh?
was at the bottom of the list, but i got to the top, huh?
left me out without a doubt but trynna [?] look
ride my chain, put it in a bank, so i can whip yo’ ass
get money, give it away, they takе it back
same [?] grammy crack
eight years old, played [?] fightеrs at that laundry mat
they only mad, cause i’m tanned and my face is blackest
[hook]
9 times out of 10, i know they hatin’ on me
light skin brown thing, i know she waitin’ on me
just got a cold babe, i’m on my way down
let me tell you a lil’ story ’bout my town
i was ridin’ ’round the tow with some hustle n-ggas
ask my cousin lil’ cody, he catch a n-gga
i play it safe, so i walk with my pistol
[?] make it get low

[post-hook]
get low, get low, get low
get low, get low, get low
get low, get low, get low
get low, get low, get low

[verse 2]
on my life, i never thought [?]
now go shinin’ on my neck, they wanna hold a hundered
baby mamas on that couch [?] neck
my daddy left, he never told me how to raise a family
before my brother died, he told me to make my momma happy
but hanging around [?] how yours people’s hurt
just keep money on your mind, and get your back first
but i was too blinded by the will, even know the worse
i’m still slangin’ hangin’ [?] with that dirty work
rollin’ dice up in these streets, livin’ in commas worlds
but day by day, they takin’ black lives, don’t even matter
it’s gon’ be another young brother left in a casket
but i’m a savage, voices in my head said never panic
light skin, brown thing, she waitin’ for this getting tragic
i’m stuck in traffic, got the cops hunt me, trynna do some damage
they can’t wait to lock me up, and hunt me low like magic
[hook]
9 times out of 10, i know they hatin’ on me
light skin brown thing, i know she waitin’ on me
just got a cold babe, i’m on my way down
let me tell you a lil’ story ’bout my town
i was ridin’ ’round the tow with some hustle n-ggas
ask my cousin lil’ cody, he catch a n-gga
i play it safe, so i walk with my pistol
[?] make it get low

[post-hook]
get low, get low, get low
get low, get low, get low
get low, get low, get low
get low, get low, get low

- fat loc

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