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letra de ridin' low - koly kolgate

{hook}

im’a hop in the whip with the bucket sittin low
ridin low, how low? how low you wanna go?
iced out so cold you would think i’m made of
snow, i push the flow just like the blow
it’s ya boy k-o

{verse 1}

ridin real steady with the betty in the back, semi on ohh, headin
over to the trap, with a big fat stack, sittin pretty on my lap, stay
posted all the time, make me wanna lean back, lean back. make it clap
i’ll make it rain of you do that, pockets fat, pockets fat, i got my cat’s
just like a tat, always there and where i’m at, always on call if i need that
just like my dogs, i’ll whip some ass, been known to leave haters sittin flat
flat broke an on they ass, chop em, chop em like they grass. been
known to break through the glass, and put my foot straight in his ass
if he try to give me that, it’s k-o, from the ave. h.v.d. to be exact
come and get it where you at? should i stop insisting? is it bad? does it
make you feel sad? my sk!lls you wish you had.. known to make
make these haters mad. sorry

{hook}

im’a hop in the whip with the bucket sittin low
ridin low, how low? how low you wanna go?
iced out so cold you would think i’m made of
snow, i push the flow just like the blow
it’s ya boy k-o

{verse 2}

ridin round the city, doors open i’m focused. it’s peer preasure, b-tch
tighten lips up and smoke this, burning up your system, and blowing
out your eardrums, but you still wanna hear some, my lyrics are like
wisdom. you listen and what you get from, my spittin is my system, been
at it since a young one, still at it as a young gun, words hit like lightning
coming from a stun gun, it’s that boy k-o, ohh you better run son
doors wide open, yep the doors sw-ngin free, what’s that bumpin in the trunk?
yeah you jackers know it’s me, i’m the k-o-l-g-a-t-e, i’m the rawest in these
streets, and yeah i’m gonna be, on top, no slacking, so you lames that swagger
jackin need to quit and start ya packin, i’m the king so stop attacking. cause
you forever gonna loose, i hit hard with one’s and twos, make you come up out
ya shoes, leave you lost and so confused

{hook}

im’a hop in the whip with the bucket sittin low
ridin low, how low? how low you wanna go?
iced out so cold you would think i’m made of
snow, i push the flow just like the blow
it’s ya boy k-o

- koly kolgate

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