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Keep It Low


Moneybagg Yo Lyrics

 

Keep It Low Lyrics

Keep It Low by Moneybagg Yo


Sky Diddy
Drop That sh*t T-Head

Yeah
Hold up, pop the Rolls Truck
Why not pull up Lambo Car and pop it with the doors up?
This sh*t got colossal, I got models tryna pay me to f**k
Tell her the price done went up, it's gon' cost more than a buck
Know that sh*t gon' be hot, it got my name on it, it's chronic
Driving slow now but that car go zero to sixty if I punch it
She wake up and munch it, let me pull yo hair, take off that bonnet
Don't care if we speaking on no M, nigga, you ain't gon' know if I done done it
I'm celebrating what I accomplished, I'ma pop it constantly
Flew this bad b**ch in from London, she like how I'm coming
Dressing standard, talking country, got her hooked on phonics
Call me toxic but she can't keep me from out her stomach
Love that sh*t

I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick
Touching her for years, she can't post a pic
Prada, Dior, riding around with ten stacks
Slide through, come back, hit ya b**ch

Yeah
I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick (That's all they want)
f**king her for years, better not post a pic (She better not do it)
Finger itching, tryna hit something with that switch
Slide through, come back, took ya b**ch (Go)

b**ch ain't speaking on the business, keep it low
Snatch your whip, that's a Double R Rolls Royce Truck
In my ear, penthouse, I see the city when I'm hitting that b**ch from the back
Big dawg, I can be out the country, make a call and get you wacked
b**ch look up to me like God, I can't wait to kill her throat
I got mind control on b**ches, I don't have to use a rose
These lil niggas on go, they swiss cheese and a rat
They can't wait to up the score, a hunnid rounds, a hunnid racks
All I do is break them hundos off and f**k her like I'm broke
You better not cry in this Phantom, b**ch, you know where you belong
Prada earrings, want some jewelry? I made that b**ch the one
Hoes requesting for that toxic dick, that's all these b**ches want

I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick
Touching her for years and she can't post a pic
Prada, Dior, riding around with ten stacks
Slide through, come back, hit ya b**ch

Yeah
I got all these hoes requesting toxic dick (That's all they want)
f**king her for years, better not post a pic (She better not do it)
Finger itching, tryna hit something with that switch
Slide through, come back, took ya b**ch (Go)



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