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Sittin Low Songtext
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Sittin Low Songtext

Minog baby you know its good, Im smoking great all through the hood
Ls motor under my hood, interior leather and wood
Lets get one thing understood, when I ride its homicide
Tiltin on my glass so when I pass you can see inside
Murda, murda flat red, paint, now my nigga
This aint your ordinary automo
What the fuck you think I bought it for?
You oughta know, better than that, kush sex smoking in my zammy
T tops drop Im laid back, cruising going up the strip
Players checking on my whip, Im chilling checking out this chick
She chose me thats what I call good sense
Never was a symph, always sticking to the script
Kush sticking to my fingers this that killer take a hit
Never slippin on my pimpin you know I stay on my shit
Making dollars out of cents and I be fresh up in this bitch
With that mary on me homie I know you can smell the stench
Atitude like nothin to loose my only option is to win
You know, you know


Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side
You know you wanna know what thats like
Come on baby hop in my ride
Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low
Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow
Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side
You know you wanna know what thats like
Come on baby hop in my ride
Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low
Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow

Im in the sl, exhaust, from the city where trees got p mars
European got a cutter then he large
Hands up and down like a sesaw
Underwater new orleans, with daughters doing seasaw
Macking harder your daughter, yeah she fast, I guess its...
Enough to fill up 3 bars, pay 4 on tours... make cash from music c notes
Clear code, over that paint... make them wanna my favorite dranch
Who would have grottle, she mixing it like sir rottle

Popping bottle after bottle, I met her passing delgado
Jones, el capitain, cruising tryina out different strength
She with a different man, my dick might get panned
She cant stop visiting,
Move like a shark in the street thats my ship dark
International, smooth motherfucker, yeah I tip yall
The best at it so if you ever tryina get more
Catch a jet bring that ass and stop and get a zip home


Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side
You know you wanna know what thats like
Come on baby hop in my ride
Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low
Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow
Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side
You know you wanna know what thats like
Come on baby hop in my ride
Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low
Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow

Gebon dot com we c4 with it, yall lame niggas see be fall with it
Stolen, ballin, we go get it, fly niggas jets we chief all with it
American ... pick your frame 500 horses that will get you game
Pina butter seats while I sit your game
You can have the whole pack if you miss your date...
Yall niggas wife em, kill em on rubber
If yall got dimes, I got dozens
Pull up on you boys in a ss chevy
Pop trunk lid say bitch Im ready...

Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side
You know you wanna know what thats like
Come on baby hop in my ride
Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low
Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow
Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side
You know you wanna know what thats like
Come on baby hop in my ride
Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low
Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow.

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