They telling me to slow down
I move too fast
Foot on the gas
Like the cops on my ass
Won't go down That's not my style Suit with a tie And a ski That's class
New flavor I got in this pack Shits so heat Just like this track
No favors I need 1+ racks
Suck my dick I don't give shit back
Won't come back Won't let my guard down
No breaks My shit go hard now
Can't touch this shit I'm way too lit
I got money stashed under my yard now
Chill out Don't make me hostile
I know you too well I profile
Can not think back To a time where I Felt real joy Where I showed a big smile
Wrist on froze I did it Bossed up quick Count 1-250
Left in the dirt Bitch save your pity Don't mess with fake tears F*ck this city
Glad that I got this moving Throw hate at me You'll die with no movement
Like fif said Get rich or die trying I might as well Keep on doing it
I find this funny as f*ck Said that I got here with just luck That's crazy
I don't mean to be mean But that sounds like ur just F*cking lazy
Yeah
I'm a killin machine I sit at home Thinking bout a Mic and a dream
I won't let go I got a wonderful team When I drop bars Got the room Filled with steam
Don't make no Basic music Why the f*ck would I Do that Aced this shit
It's super simple I advise you Check my stat
They telling me to slow down
I move too fast
Foot on the gas
Like the cops on my ass
Won't go down That's not my style
Suit with a tie And a ski That's class
New flavor I got in this pack Shits so heat Just like this track
No favors
I need 1+ racks
Suck my dick
I don't give shit back
Won't come back
Won't let my guard down
No breaks
My shit go hard now
Can't touch this shit
I'm way too lit
I got money stashed
Under my yard now
Chill out
Aega & Yung Zime - Low Profile Lyrics
Aega & Yung Zime - Low Profile Lyrics
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English
They telling me to slow down
I move too fast
Foot on the gas
Like the cops on my ass
Won't go down That's not my style Suit with a tie And a ski That's class
New flavor I got in this pack Shits so heat Just like this track
No favors I need 1+ racks
Suck my dick I don't give shit back
Won't come back Won't let my guard down
No breaks My shit go hard now
Can't touch this shit I'm way too lit
I got money stashed under my yard now
Chill out Don't make me hostile
I know you too well I profile
Can not think back To a time where I Felt real joy Where I showed a big smile
Wrist on froze I did it Bossed up quick Count 1-250
Left in the dirt Bitch save your pity Don't mess with fake tears F*ck this city
Glad that I got this moving Throw hate at me You'll die with no movement
Like fif said Get rich or die trying I might as well Keep on doing it
I find this funny as f*ck Said that I got here with just luck That's crazy
I don't mean to be mean But that sounds like ur just F*cking lazy
Yeah
I'm a killin machine I sit at home Thinking bout a Mic and a dream
I won't let go I got a wonderful team When I drop bars Got the room Filled with steam
Don't make no Basic music Why the f*ck would I Do that Aced this shit
It's super simple I advise you Check my stat
They telling me to slow down
I move too fast
Foot on the gas
Like the cops on my ass
Won't go down That's not my style
Suit with a tie And a ski That's class
New flavor I got in this pack Shits so heat Just like this track
No favors
I need 1+ racks
Suck my dick
I don't give shit back
Won't come back
Won't let my guard down
No breaks
My shit go hard now
Can't touch this shit
I'm way too lit
I got money stashed
Under my yard now
Chill out
I move too fast
Foot on the gas
Like the cops on my ass
Won't go down That's not my style Suit with a tie And a ski That's class
New flavor I got in this pack Shits so heat Just like this track
No favors I need 1+ racks
Suck my dick I don't give shit back
Won't come back Won't let my guard down
No breaks My shit go hard now
Can't touch this shit I'm way too lit
I got money stashed under my yard now
Chill out Don't make me hostile
I know you too well I profile
Can not think back To a time where I Felt real joy Where I showed a big smile
Wrist on froze I did it Bossed up quick Count 1-250
Left in the dirt Bitch save your pity Don't mess with fake tears F*ck this city
Glad that I got this moving Throw hate at me You'll die with no movement
Like fif said Get rich or die trying I might as well Keep on doing it
I find this funny as f*ck Said that I got here with just luck That's crazy
I don't mean to be mean But that sounds like ur just F*cking lazy
Yeah
I'm a killin machine I sit at home Thinking bout a Mic and a dream
I won't let go I got a wonderful team When I drop bars Got the room Filled with steam
Don't make no Basic music Why the f*ck would I Do that Aced this shit
It's super simple I advise you Check my stat
They telling me to slow down
I move too fast
Foot on the gas
Like the cops on my ass
Won't go down That's not my style
Suit with a tie And a ski That's class
New flavor I got in this pack Shits so heat Just like this track
No favors
I need 1+ racks
Suck my dick
I don't give shit back
Won't come back
Won't let my guard down
No breaks
My shit go hard now
Can't touch this shit
I'm way too lit
I got money stashed
Under my yard now
Chill out
Writer: Simon Broberg
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid