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j-haze - low price lyrics

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fiends always asking for
a favor yea my guy

you can get high

when you have my paper

when i send a bullet

to a hater

the future starts

looking odd likely

tylor the creator

and ya wifey is a trader

she at my crib on my

wifi cuzz she outta

data

boy i keep trays

like a waiter t

election time

how i have you

running like the mayor

hope you pray to ya

sava

hopin that he saves ya

the 45th big

as the head on draya

never hear you a

again like fantashia

still getting dope

shipped out from

malasha

now the bread

looking greater

j got the ray on

the glocc

you in danger

saved by the bell

and i talking about

tapanga

been sellin dope

when u was playing sega

“for the low price” hook
for the low price

come threw the

strip

you tryna get rite

we can shoot

it out til the day light

i ain’t scared

to die

cuz i know christ

- j haze lyrics

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