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lay low season - drego lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
boy
this another one, e
on bloods
man

[verse]
stick and stones’ll break a n*gga bones (break a n*gga bones)
they say words’ll never hurt a n*gga, though (‘ll hurt a n*gga, though, huh?)
but tell that sh*t to my bro
judge gave him thirty years, he never comin’ home (he never bomin’ home)
the type of words that hurt a n*gga soul
they put no money on your books and try to d*ck your ho
i swear the streets so cold
reportin’ live from the gutter with a dirty pole
yeah, i love the color purple, pour it with my bros
all my life i had to fight with a pot and stove
for the right price, i’d get a n*gga gone (i’d get a n*gga gone)
call the switch danny phantom, turn a n*gga ghost (blrrt, blrrt)
when your b*tch l!ck my nuts, i feel it in my toes
we only went one round, bae, let’s go some more
when they gave the bag to me, i went coast to coast
you only put a deuce in it, n*gga, pour some more, uh
i get hot about that bread, turn a n*gga toast
only hit it with the one, sh*t, it could take some more (it could take some more)
i think she need some closure
his lil’ sis was on me then, i couldn’t bend her over
but i can hit the p*ssy now ’cause she a lil’ older
uh, when her brother be around, give her the cold shoulder (hahaha)
i know i’m f*cked up (i know i’m f*cked up)
i just ran into the plug, i done lucked up (i done lucked up)
i won’t front your ass the bag, so the f*ck what?
if you can catch a thousand beans, shut the f*ck up (b*tch, shut the f*ck up)
the streets up and down like a roller coaster
this a three*thousand*dollar table, n*gga, use a coaster
i stuck the d in too fast, got a penalty encroachment
she said i’m top two to hit and she braggin’ and boastin’, uh
i don’t f*ck with ufc ’cause i can’t fit a trojan
uh, she tell me, “dad, it’s too big but it’s good”
my magnum business, trade daddy, shoot boys in the hood
no h0m* (no h0m*)
i knew i made it when an opp wanted a photo, uh
man, these n*ggas hot as h*ll on the low*low (on the low*low)
how they get the information? say you don’t know
but you on instagram sellin’ drugs, doin’ promos
ayy, what’s the stipulations of a ho, bro? (of a ho, bro)
she sellin’ p*ssy but she swear she ain’t a ho, though (huh? what?)
b*tch, i’m flipped down to my socks on the low*low (on the low*low)
balenciaga bag, you’d think that i’m a hobo (you’d think that i’m a hobo)
i got a pocket rocket on me, you don’t know, though (you don’t know, though)
this 9’ll send you to the stars, tony romo (tony romo)
i caught a sweet lil’ thing, tryna po po (tryna po po)
i put a four on the eight, all roll roll (all roll roll)
he caught me back the next day tryna pour more (tryna pour more)
godd*mn, i think his ass really ain’t know

- drego lyrics

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