j-haze – low price lyrics
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
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