Mark Rosas - Low lyrics

[Verse 1 : C] You're a joke like ahahah, ruin ya car, sorry for the brouhaha Always feels like christmas, cause I'm gifted, falala I know you like my musica, cause I see what it do to ya And I stay lit for 8 days of the week, Hannukah Ironic, huh ? I rocked it, duh ! We are not friends, I'm not Chandler, you're not Monica I cross the line like Canada, k** it when I feel it got stamina, uh I'm on that Claywatch, only f**ing with b**hes like Pamela She says "I'm a big fan of ya" Tryna take a bite, tarantula Put her on the bed, face turn red Then I flip her right over like a spatula Please pardon my vernacular But these women got me feeling spectacular I'm running with my heart cardiovascular And these other rappers s**. Dracula [Hook] Slow it, slow it, slow it, slow it down Let me see you back it up and drop it to the ground (To the ground) Slow it, slow it, slow it, slow it down Let me see you back it up and drop it to the ground (You won't !) [Verse 2 : B] Always fresh to d**h, check my breathe, listerine Knocking em dead, I get so much head i feel like a guillotine We roll with Big Bad. Getting green the roll the whole thing in a zig zag My Cali swag it have me looking pro, like a Macbook I'm getting all these ladies lined up i wrote the Macbook Getting cash, counting stacks the money always on my mind I'm feeling like a skateboard, cuz I'm always on my grind I spit fire, I'm flyer, ain't no one take you higher I'mma steal your girl, move her front to back Have her hitting high notes like Mariah [Hook] Slow it, slow it, slow it, slow it down Let me see you back it up and drop it to the ground Slow it, slow it, slow it, slow it down Let me see you ... Back it up and drop it, back it, back it up and drop it Back it up and drop it, back it, back it up and drop it Back it up and drop it, back it, back it up and drop it Back it up and drop it, back it, back it up and drop it to the ground (Yo, where B-nasty at ?) [Outro : B] I'm sorry I was smoking, but now I'm focused, still tokin Ain't messin' with these roaches, these broke kids can't hang with me, ha She liking my flow, she dropping it low She taking a knee I call her Tebow I call her my queen, she taking the crown I'm done going in BLAC out