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On the low, what's up with you hoBitches smokin' droBet you knowBust like forty fourWhen I spit that flow 'cuz we go hardLike that shit they hustle on the boulevardFuck your broadBitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I wouldLemme get it, lemme get it, lemme get it right nowThat's the shit I've been onR A double T P A C KYou know we (know we) shit onAnybody in the way all dayI'm livin' my life boy you know to the fullestThese women, they love us, they push us and pull usJust me and my team takin' shots without bulletsGettin' this money, you know we don't bullshitPeople they love it, they know the nameI got a little change, but I'm still the sameSo break it down, break it downThe shit I'm rockin, they don't make it nowI've got haters and they talk shitBut that's okay, I've got real shitThat's heartfelt, make you feel shitBut right now it's time for that trill shitLetras de cancionesKillers and murderers, dealers and burglarsRound my way, they never heard of youFrom that West Deer ParkWhere they kill after dark but that never occur to youBeen broke, dirt brokeWhile my brothers was hustlin' pushin' that cokeThat's the life of a G, but it wasn't for meAnd for real, that's the reason I wroteOn the low, I be so high, touchin' the skyI got a wood, so fuck the world, until I dieIf you ain't know, it's Kid Ink baby, representin' alumniI'm off three shots but, you ain't hear the gun cockFat ass blunt nigga, yours looks sun driedWhat it do, I'm on twoTell 'em straight up, no juiceNever goin' back to the broke old daysBut I've got a room full of retro J'sNever seen these, look back at itI see your bank and I laugh at itBlowin' kush up, like an air mattressOne hit will leave a nigga asthmaticAnd we goin' up, ain't nobody soberKnow that molly, uncut, eighteen and overGot three chains, two girls, hangin' over my shouldersGive it up in one motion, know that money is the motiveMy time, my time is nowI cannot waitThey say that love, it comes with hateWhen I made it out the streetsIs when that love it turned to hateI didn't turn up, I turned awayThe time is short, no time to wasteAll these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friendsAll these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friendsI've got fam servin' fiendsAnd fiends I call my famIf you wanna keep your bitchThen make sure she don't cross my path'Cuz if she do, she see my shoesShe peep my swag, she get onlineCheck my backgroundBitch you seen that cashMy only motto about that money is get moreMy only motto about that money is get more (mo', mo') From Letras Mania