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letra de low me - yt

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[intro]
(i wanna be like yt when i grow up)
(maybe something with vampires?)
(tola, you make this music and now all these boys think they can rap too, and they can’t)

[verse 1: yt]
she said she don’t mess with rappers, baby what’s it gonna be?
she in true religion denim jacket, matching with my jeans
back when you were [?], we were queueing for supreme
when i sent this girl an emoji, she gon ask me what it means
you-you ain’t properly ever seen a [?]
and my n—as always rising to the top cause we’re the cream
all these shawties know my name, now they [?]
they don’t even know my name, now they callin’ me yt
why she tellin’ me she love me, she don’t even know my name
n—as tellin’ me i changed, never switched up for the fame
n—as tellin’ me i changed, promise you i’m still the same
[?]
start gettin’ money, you’re so broke, that’s a shame
soon as she ain’t comin’, only there because i came
she ain’t worried i ain’t gonna tell her man, to the grave
ain’t no food up in her house, i’m in her cupboards eatin’ krave
got this [?], keep her in my saved (oi)
best punchlines in the world, yt, this isn’t dave
rockin’ chains, i’m on a boat but you know i ain’t a slave
making bangers with no theory, n—a what the h-ll’s a stave?
[verse 2: kare]
when the cheese came in, it felt great
[?], louie v on my [?]
why the f-ck you man are all [?]
i thought i told you i ain’t really f-ckin’ with the slim type
i might cop a moncler, ion know why
i just gotta give thanks to the most high
[?] then its me still
i’m smoking on loud like a beats pill
i got a bad b-tch and i take a bereal
why the f-ck that she gotta be real?
i smoke too much loud that i don’t seem real
i’m in the pool gettin’ fried like meek mill (wait, this is crazy)
that’s crazy, i might fall in
i’m smoking so much pack that i’m stalling
i’m smoking weed, countin’ money in the morning
i’m cutting off a d-ckhead like a foreskin (oi)
babe, if you’re a d-ckhead, you gotta cut quick
even when i cum first, i don’t nut quick
and i just wore moncler for a photo
got a hole in a n—a, like a [?]

[verse 3: kwes e]
feel too sick off the [?]
i feel too sick off the [?]
no cheap weed, no aldi
this is afgan kush, no saudi
girl you’re on my d-ck, allow me
i f-cked up, cause i’m f-cked up, ‘low me
i f-cked up, cause i’m f-cked up, ‘low me
said he got swag, he allows you
said he got swag, he allows me
n—a said he got swag, he allows me
she gon say that its suttin’ about me
shawty wanna take shots, get rowdy
when i get ratchet, p-ssy got k!lled then buried like a hatchet
no brickshots, no clank, no ratchet
sweet ones on the gang, tangfastics
i f-cked up, cause i’m f-cked up, ‘low me
i f-cked up, cause i’m f-cked up, ‘low me
shawty want a follow back, i got no data
i f-cked up, cause i’m f-cked up, ‘low me
[outro: kwes e]
low me, low me
(maybe something with vampires?)
(i wanna be like yt when i grow up)

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