Low Lyrics

Low - Black Fame

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When I hit the block

All the shawties go low

Money in a stack

Turn your volume way low

Third world based

But we’re never be low

We gone make them bow down

When the sound hit the ground

Now now eh

Who said I was gone

I’m back

Black fame team de my back

I got the juice, I got the moves

We got to roll it

Skrrrr skrrrrrr

Walk it like you own it

Make me wanna touch it

Let me see you twerk it

Rapping like we trapping

Yeah!

Keep it one hundred no cartouche

If I pinam for ya back

I go catch you

I do this shit, yeah! For you

Whooo skrrrr skrrrr

Yeah yeah!

I can read your mind

Like I wrote it

Twerk that ass like I’m on it

It’ a vibe, know your type

Pussy tight then you spend the night

When I hit the block

All the shawties go low

Money in a stack

Turn your volume way low

Third world based

But we’re never be low

We gone make them bow down

When the sound hit the ground

Now now eh

I got the moves

We gotta roll it

We make the rules

Give me the juice

I got the moves

We gotta roll it

We make the rules

Give me the juice

Blood and the mulla

Causing so much trouble

But I no go fumble

Cuz this na my area

I tanap for center

With stick for my hand

You fit callam na spear

Xone on the track

Boy Wuna fear

Writing my lyrics and books

Is something like Shakespear

The real life struggle

We no need for regret

Though we double up the hardwork

To leave and progress

Boy no be tere

But me I no care

If you want for di vex

You go only di stress

Eh!

But holdup holdup

Wait a minute

Middle of the flow we talk about wind

Blowing so high

Yeah I feel like a king

No smoking so no bring me the weed

Men I tanap for center

My crew be na hit

No di talk about ghetto

Cuz we get na street

When I hit the block

All the shawties go low

Money in a stack

Turn your volume way low

Third world based

But we’re never be low

We gone make them bow down

When the sound hit the ground

Now now eh

I got the moves

We gotta roll it

We make the rules

Give me the juice

I got the moves

We gotta roll it

We make the rules

Give me the juice

They say we be so low

But yet they feel our flow

They really no want know

Na wa case Ie de for floor

Infected with this mic

Ie di do me na like flue

Am living them the vibe

Men shortlisted in this crew

No flaws

Just applause

No clause

Uhh!

My footprints in the sky

Now am getting up so high

Some haters dem di bark

But yet I still di bad pass

Dem carry me for back like say I be na backpack

When I hit the block

All the shawties go low

Money in a stack

Turn your volume way low

Third world based

But we’re never be low

We gone make them bow down

When the sound hit the ground

Now now eh

I got the moves

We gotta roll it

We make the rules

Give me the juice

I got the moves

We gotta roll it

We make the rules

Give me the juice

I got the moves

We gotta roll it

We make the rules

Give me the juice

I got the moves

We gotta roll it

We make the rules

Give me the juice