Emilio Rojas Low Lyrics


Low by Emilio Rojas

They say I'm too real for these fuck boys
And I'm too real for these hoes
With a bad bitch with that good she getting low
Aha yeah she getting low, low, low
Hell yeah we getting low, low, low
They say I'm too real for my city
I'm too real with that flow
And we be in that Audi getting low
Aw yeah we getting low, low, low
Hell yeah we getting low, low
We getting, we getting low

I'm not a god, somebody lied
I got apostles in the car
And they all are willing to rid
We uptown around Dyckman
Riding around with them dyke chicks
And they both bad and they both mad
Because usually they don't like dick
I'm in a Brietling with no bling
Cause diamonds in my thing
And the chick I wipe down, I won't wife now
Now that bitch don't get no ring
I'm the Jefe and I live in the city the Jets claim
I was always a fan of the Knicks
So I'll never be sitting
And watching the Nets game
The best thing in the city except Jay
My middle finger been touching my ring finger
There's a thin line for love and hate
My father left when I was young
And made my mother wait
That filled me up with hunger
Now I don't eat till mother straight
While y'all been spending money on them colleges
We bought so many bottles
We could piss away a scholarship
My money loud, that's why them bitches get to hollering
It's quiet if it isn't bringing dollars in

They say I'm too real for these fuck boys
And I'm too real for these hoes
With a bad bitch with that good she getting low
Aha yeah she getting low, low, low
Hell yeah we getting low, low, low
They say I'm too real for my city
I'm too real with that flow
And we be in that Audi getting low
Aw yeah we getting low, low, low
Hell yeah we getting low, low
We getting, we getting low

And my day job is that night life
I got no shame, I got no regrets
I never gave a fuck about hindsight
And play no games it's still my life
We'll be rolling around like a highlight
And I roll around with them lowlifes
And we all are living that high life
Riding around in that V
Hiding a pound in my jeans
Getting the women you wishing you hitting
And then I be sliding them down to they knees
I am the one Razor blade under the tongue
Never would talk to the judge
Up in the Roc to get in the hospital
Where the doctors pumping my lungs
Pumping my lungs, pumping my lungs
And I never gotta show and prove
I show improvement
And my crew is like a fucking GPS
We showing movement, right?
Too busy making decisions to make excuses
If nobody tryna use you
That prove to me that you useless
I'm my own fucking business
Homey I pay myself
I don't ever choose cause hard decisions
Tend to make themselves
If you hate on me now
It's cause you hate yourself
All I ever follow is the paper trail

They say I'm too real for these fuck boys
And I'm too real for these hoes
With a bad bitch with that good she getting low
Aha yeah she getting low, low, low
Hell yeah we getting low, low, low
They say I'm too real for my city
I'm too real with that flow
And we be in that Audi getting low
Aw yeah we getting low, low, low
Hell yeah we getting low, low
We getting, we getting low

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