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logic - on the low lyrics

[hook: logic]
on the low, what’s up with you ho
b-tches smokin’ dro
bet you know
bust like forty four
when i spit that flow ‘cuz we go hard
like that sh-t they hustle on the boulevard
f-ck your broad
b-tch i bet i could, b-tch i bet i would
on the low, what’s up with you ho
b-tches smokin’ dro
bet you know
bust like forty four
when i spit that flow ‘cuz we go hard
like that sh-t they hustle on the boulevard
f-ck your broad
b-tch i bet i could, b-tch i bet i would

[verse 1: logic]
lemme get it, lemme get it, lemme get it right now
that’s the sh-t i’ve been on
r a double t p a c k
you know we (know we) sh-t on
anybody in the way all day
i’m livin’ my life boy you know to the fullest
these women, they love us, they push us and pull us
just me and my team takin’ shots without bullets
gettin’ this money, you know we don’t bullsh-t
people they love it, they know the name
i got a little change, but i’m still the same
so break it down, break it down
the sh-t i’m rockin, they don’t make it now
i’ve got haters and they talk sh-t
but that’s okay, i’ve got real sh-t
that’s heartfelt, make you feel sh-t
but right now it’s time for that trill sh-t
k!llers and murderers, dealers and burglars
round my way, they never heard of you
from that west deer park
where they k!ll after dark but that never occur to you
been broke, dirt broke
while my brothers was hustlin’ pushin’ that c0ke
that’s the life of a g, but it wasn’t for me
and for real, that’s the reason i wrote

[verse 2: kid ink]
on the low, i be so high, touchin’ the sky
i got a wood, so f-ck the world, until i die
if you ain’t know, it’s kid ink baby, representin’ alumni
i’m off three shots but, you ain’t hear the gun c-ck
fat -ss blunt n-gga, yours looks sun dried
what it do, i’m on two
tell ’em straight up, no juice
never goin’ back to the broke old days
but i’ve got a room full of retro j’s
never seen these, look back at it
i see your bank and i laugh at it
blowin’ kush up, like an air mattress
one hit will leave a n-gga asthmatic
and we goin’ up, ain’t n0body sober
know that molly, uncut, eighteen and over
got three chains, two girls, hangin’ over my shoulders
give it up in one motion, know that money is the motive

[verse 3: trinidad james]
my time, my time is now
i cannot wait
they say that love, it comes with hate
when i made it out the streets
is when that love it turned to hate
i didn’t turn up, i turned away
the time is short, no time to waste
all these n-ggas up in my face, they ain’t my friends
all these n-ggas up in my face, they ain’t my friends
i’ve got fam servin’ fiends
and fiends i call my fam
if you wanna keep your b-tch
then make sure she don’t cross my path
‘cuz if she do, she see my shoes
she peep my swag, she get online
check my background
b-tch you seen that cash
my only motto about that money is get more
my only motto about that money is get more (mo’, mo’)

- logic lyrics

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