blac – low lyrics
[verse 1 : c]
you’re a joke like ahahah, ruin ya car, sorry for the brouhaha
always feels like christmas, cause i’m gifted, falala
i know you like my musica, cause i see what it do to ya
and i stay lit for 8 days of the week, hannukah
ironic, huh ? i rocked it, duh !
we are not friends, i’m not chandler, you’re not monica
i cross the line like canada, k!ll it when i feel it got stamina, uh
i’m on that claywatch, only f-cking with b-tches like pamela
she says “i’m a big fan of ya”
tryna take a bite, tarantula
put her on the bed, face turn red
then i flip her right over like a spatula
please pardon my vernacular
but these women got me feeling spectacular
i’m running with my heart cardiovascular
and these other rappers suck. dracula
[hook]
slow it, slow it, slow it, slow it down
let me see you back it up and drop it to the ground (to the ground)
slow it, slow it, slow it, slow it down
let me see you back it up and drop it to the ground (you won’t !)
[verse 2 : b]
always fresh to death, check my breathe, listerine
knocking em dead, i get so much head i feel like a guillotine
we roll with big bad. getting green the roll the whole thing in a zig zag
my cali swag it have me looking pro, like a macbook
i’m getting all these ladies lined up i wrote the macbook
getting cash, counting stacks the money always on my mind
i’m feeling like a skateboard, cuz i’m always on my grind
i spit fire, i’m flyer, ain’t no one take you higher
i’mma steal your girl, move her front to back
have her hitting high notes like mariah
[hook]
slow it, slow it, slow it, slow it down
let me see you back it up and drop it to the ground
slow it, slow it, slow it, slow it down
let me see you … back it up and drop it, back it, back it up and drop it
back it up and drop it, back it, back it up and drop it
back it up and drop it, back it, back it up and drop it
back it up and drop it, back it, back it up and drop it to the ground
(yo, where b-nasty at ?)
[outro : b]
i’m sorry i was smoking, but now i’m focused, still tokin
ain’t messin’ with these roaches, these broke kids can’t hang with me, ha
she liking my flow, she dropping it low
she taking a knee i call her tebow
i call her my queen, she taking the crown
i’m done going in blac out
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