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letra de lowkey - giulio italia

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once a b-tch called me low key
now she want to own me twentyfour seven
all day… woah wait! (low key)
hoe you want foreplay?
i would lend you in mortgage
just to get me a porsche

verse

traced out lookin’ good without gears in’ muscles (flex)
long queue for the game guess i have to hustle (oops)
if i drop a track and it slaps like father’s buckle
call me daddy, you get punsished like a stepdaughter (uhhh)
no faking this’trict ain’t a thot zone (nah)
well known ice melts got a wet-phone (ice)
wrist flashy blink like you’re jetthrown (flash)
so high that i might hit the flyzone (woooaaah)
got the ’mole’ bouncin out with the bankrolls hit the strip soon imma’ mobbin’ with jackpot. put’ma’ beatz in cash out in the trap-spot drivin’ with the purp-four end up in the dope store

high key wh0r- say daddy’s wallet worth a dozen
low key no fame but soon g.i. hittin’ thousands
knot in pocket so heavy pullin down the trousers
i’m ascending though you b-tches are going downwards
melt the makeup now he’s running straight up to brakeup
spittin straight facts treat d-cks like em shake cups
goose lace fornts, blonded like it’s painted spraytone
lettin’ their hair down wake up naked on the streets, stunned
i make the party blow up it it ain’t no party hoes
they strut their stuff, -s-xy- but though i steal the show
she gets the stuffing’ like the whole year is thanksgiving
i tryna get to broadcast she just f-cks for livin’

- giulio italia

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