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letra de get low - luhh dyl

[intro: luhh dyl]
(icey, i’m so sick of you)
yeah, uh-huh
yeah
yeah, uh-huh
slow down
come on
uh, yeah, huh?

[chorus: luhh dyl]
b-tch, i ain’t no trick, you can’t even get penny
only give somethin’ to my ma, why would i buy you hoes some remy?
up the drakey and make his ass get low, they thinkin’ that he shimmy (slow down)
i don’t know why i started rappin’, i woke up and it was in me (okay)
i woke up and it was there (uh-huh)
all my opps should work at bnb (okay), they toss shots in the air (okay)
sh-t, we toss shots at they home, don’t give a f-ck about who there
give a f-ck about who near
chain shine like chandelier
they see mе, unlock a fear (slow down)

[verse 1: luhh dyl & loe shimmy]
the way that i pull up (uh-huh), n-ggas thinkin’ it’s obama (okay)
hop out, smell likе marijuana (okay), watch change colors like iguana (okay)
they say more money, more problems (uh-huh), but the drac’ solve all my problems (uh)
you ain’t ballin’, that’s benihanas (uh), i’m really up, just ask my mama (uh, yeah)
[verse 2: loe shimmy]
i’m zombieland for life, ain’t walkin’ ’round with no d-mn bandana (okay)
tryna touch my ice, it cost your life, i ain’t sendin’ sh-t to the door
different color cheese out my left pocket, look like fruity pebbles (yeah)
i wasn’t sh-t ’til i jumped on that rocket, i’m a different level (on god)
can’t eat until i make some pape’, until then, i’m goin’ fastin’
my neck and wrist is trippin’, i look down, they battle dancin’ (bling, blaow)
if i don’t make at least a dub today, i’m throwin’ a temper tantrum
i’m inside that maybach floatin’ away, i drive it like aladdin (on god)
uh, once i get that rental, hit the flee and get it tinted (in that rental, slide)
pitchin’ full of shooters, just don’t get steph curry in it
i’m a f-ckin’ loser, how i find myself keep winnin’?
i’m a perc’ abuser, how i find myself still livin’?

[chorus: luhh dyl]
huh? b-tch, i ain’t no trick, you can’t even get penny
only give somethin’ to my ma, why would i buy you hoes some remy?
up the drakey and make his ass get low, they thinkin’ that he shimmy (slow down)
i don’t know why i started rappin’, i woke up and it was in me (okay)
i woke up and it was there (uh-huh)
all my opps should work at bnb (okay), they toss shots in the air (okay)
sh-t, we toss shots at they home, don’t give a f-ck about who there
give a f-ck about who near
chain shine like chandelier

[outro: luhh dyl]
chain shine like chandelier

- luhh dyl

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