It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke
Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke
Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.
Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw
If they be man or hoe.
She so sweet, shortie feed my ego
A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel
Now keep it low i'll blow you with my verses heavy for sho.you're know longer here
Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that
The bummer is the fact that i'm black
Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes
It flew across the globe and heated the hearts like a stove
Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe
Tell my hoe it aint nowhere near time to go
No, but it will give everyone a show, your just mad cause i fucked yo hoe, thats a little low,
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
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