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d. savage - lay low (original) lyrics

[intro: d savage]
uh, uh (yeah)
i’m just tryna lay low, yeah
cops after me, i’m just tryna lay low (yeah)
uh, yeah (yeah)

[chorus: d savage]
i said them cops after me, i’m just tryna lay low, uh
tryna lay low, yeah, tryna lay low
you talkin’ down up on me (what?), you better lay low (yeah)
better lay low, ooh, you better lay low (yeah)
i said them cops after me (cops after), i’m just tryna lay low (tryna lay, yeah)
tryna lay low (tryna lay low, yeah), tryna lay low
you talkin’ down up on me (what?), you better lay low (yeah)
better lay low, ooh, you better lay low (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: d savage]
got your b+tch on her knees and she suck me real slow, uh
ex b+tch on my line, she keep blowin’ up my phonе (she keep blowin’ up my phone)
for my brothers i’ma ridе, catch you slippin’ then it’s on (then it’s on)
rock another show, get my money then get on
never got it like that, so i had to rob (yeah)
make my hoe sell my dope like it’s her f+ckin’ job (yeah), aye
boy, i’m bout that cheese, i’m ’bout that cheddar bob
and if the boys sn+tch you up, then you don’t speak at all (then you don’t speak at all)
straight tweakin’ y’all, i be straight tweakin’ y’all (what the f+ck?)
i mix the xans, i mix the drop with the adderall
f+ck school, f+ck college, f+ck asher roth (f+ck asher roth)
i’m eatin’ good up in hollywood with john ross (with john ross)
[chorus: d savage]
i said them cops after me, i’m just tryna lay low (yeah)
tryna lay low (yeah), tryna lay low
you talkin’ down up on me (what?), you better lay low (yeah)
better lay low, ooh, you better lay low
i said them cops after me, i’m just tryna lay low
tryna lay low (yeah), tryna lay low
you talkin’ down up on me (what?), you better lay low
better lay low, ooh, you better lay low (yeah)

[verse 2: joey fatts & d savage]
choppa sweep him off his feet, now he got a halo (yeah)
then i dump my gun, get it by the caseload (caseload)
tell migo i need a key, said he got me for the low (yeah)
but i don’t trust these n+ggas, so my shooters on go (yeah, yeah)
i said my shooters on go, uh
make a move, they blow, uh (yeah)
cutthroat at your throat, uh (what?)
savage at your throat, uh
n+ggas tryna hang they self, well here boy, here’s your rope (yeah)
made it off of dope, n+ggas hatin’ cause they broke (what?), uh (yeah)
but i’ma keep gettin’ money (yeah, ayy, what?)
and i’ma keep f+ckin’ b+tches (yeah, ayy, what?)
countin’ all these blue hundreds (yeah, yeah)
stayin’ low from these snitches
[chorus: d savage]
i said them cops after me, i’m just tryna lay low, yeah
tryna lay low (yeah), tryna lay low
you talkin’ down up on me (what?), you better lay low (yeah)
better lay low, ooh, you better lay low
i said them cops after me (cops after), i’m just tryna lay low (tryna lay)
tryna lay low (tryna lay low), tryna lay low
you talkin’ down up on me (what?), you better lay low (yeah)
better lay low, ooh, you better lay low (yeah)

- d savage lyrics

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