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letra de lowkey - lil bean

[intro]
(hey, hudson, this beat go crazy)

[verse 1]
lil’ zay just walked in the stu’, he had on chrome heart
i seen n-ggas b-tch up, when that chrome spark
we played his song in the club, we ain’t know a part
that bner piece and the chain, that sh-t known art
forgiato ridin’
and that b-tch five percent, you can’t see inside it
your b-tch feelin’ on my d-ck, gettin’ me excited
everytime she do that grip, baby gettin’ tighter
sh-t i’m gettin’ tired
tired of all these fake n-ggas, all these n-ggas liars
you gon’ make me get my mask, i’m like michaеl myers
you gon’ make me grab my-, sеt this sh-t on fire
i got the roof missin’
i just left the hot tub, i had two b-tches
i can’t even put you on, you too loose with it
don’t bring my name up with n-ggas, ’cause they stool pigeons
yeah, bro, what the f-ck we on?
sh-t, if you ain’t your gun, you can’t come along
i don’t even need n-ggas, i can come alone
another city, different hoes and a different show
wait, yeah, i can bag it up
yeah, i talk a lotta sh-t but i can back it up, hm
forgiatos on the truck, watch me back it up
n-gga go against the gang, then he outta luck
[chorus]
yeah, we be lowkey, huh
b-tch you know my name, you don’t know me, yeah
did it to the neck, need no cody, yeah
brother he a fiend, he love codeine, yeah
eatin’ all these beats, this sh-t protein, yeah
n-gga think i’m sweet, gotta show me
can’t be playin’ in these streets, this sh-t so mean
i’m a fiend for this sh-t, i might od

[verse 2]
gotta keep your head up, like a nose bleed
really came a long way from the nose bleeds
gotta keep your head up, this sh-t so sleaze
how you beefin’ with some n-ggas, ain’t got no cheese?
ah, ah, i’m in palm angel, hm
b-tch you know i’m up, you can stop hatin’
ain’t that same lil’ boy, it’s a lot changin’
lil’ n-gga from them trey’s, i just got famous
uh, yeah, you know these diamonds hit
uppin’ hundreds in your vid’, but they counterfeit
i got the city on my back, b-tch i got it lit
gettin’ head on a beach, that’s my kind of trip

[chorus]
yeah, we be lowkey, huh
b-tch you know my name, you don’t know me, yeah
did it to the neck, need no cody, yeah
brother he a fiend, he love codeine, yeah
eatin’ all these beats, this sh-t protein, yeah
n-gga think i’m sweet, gotta show me
can’t be playin’ in these streets, this sh-t so mean
i’m a fiend for this sh-t, i might od

- lil bean

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