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letra de lowkey - teejayx6

[intro]
keep that sh-t lowkey tae

[chorus]
i’m drivin’ through the sticks, my plates hot
he wanna ball i’m pullin’ up and servin’ straight drop
listen to when the k pop, n-ggas start usin’ they legs
was in a holdin’ cell, he askin’ questions, must be fed
we in the field put on yo’ pads and duck yo’ head
she throwin’ ass and this b-tch shaped like s-xyy redd
she thought ’cause i got money i’m a trick but that sh-t dead
go f-ck wit’ one of them lil’ n-ggas who ain’t used to gettin’ bread

[verse]
i’m in a mall, my pockets full, might spend yo’ salary
we robbed a n-gga and shot his crib up, he still taggin’ me
i’m gettin’ slips, i got some fire sh-t from u.s. treasury
i’m sittin’ back doin’ the dirty work, they bring the cash to me
i got the b-tch harassin’ me, she ain’t know i slang it
gettin’ too much bread, they think i’m doin’ rituals wit’ satan
this sh-t easy, get the money then you save it
he broke as h-ll ain’t tryna get no cash, he too lazy
i just sharked a n-gga b-tch, she too tender
they caught the n-gga sleepin’ in his whip, he cooked dinner
i flew her out then gave the b-tch some sh-t to take wit’ her
i’m in the crib countin’ up a dub while i watch sinners
he ain’t get no cheese he a scrub, we don’t f-ck wit’ him
i went directly to the plug, i’m cuttin’ n-ggas out the middle
i’m outta town gettin’ some iphones, i stash ’em in the rental
my opp broke as h-ll, been gettin’ his ass beat since we was little
he runnin’ off we put him on a griddle, his ass cooked
i’m walkin’ out the bank wit’ h-lla dogsh-t, the staff shook
we set the play and found out where he at, the sh-t was textbook
we got a real check and scratched the numbers off, my chef cooked
i’m pullin’ up right in the paint like d booker
we robbed a n-gga for his sh-t, he sweet sugar
he probably thinkin’ ’bout hittin’ a l!ck, just keep lookin’
i’m ridin’ through the sticks, ain’t got no plates, they might cook me
[chorus]
i’m drivin’ through the sticks, my plates hot
he wanna ball i’m pullin’ up and servin’ straight drop
listen to when the k pop, n-ggas start usin’ they legs
was in a holdin’ cell, he askin’ questions, must be fed
we in the field put on yo’ pads and duck yo’ head
she throwin’ ass and this b-tch shaped like s-xyy redd
she thought ’cause i got money i’m a trick but that sh-t dead
go f-ck wit’ one of them lil’ n-ggas who ain’t used to gettin’ bread

- teejayx6

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