Lay Low Lyrics

by Harry Fraud

(Hooks)
On the rounds and again,
Got your bitch on the wheel,
I got the album on the way,
Better tell the niggers lay low.
On the rounds and again,
Got your bitch on the wheel,
I got the album on the way,
Better tell the niggers lay low.

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(Verse)
Don Perione p balls, my life like a sea shore,
Up downs and good, to find what we are
Most influential on the planet earth because
The balance that we does the niggers push resource
Think magazines and the big black things,
Got you in the spot, here they are, is black rings,
Is the mob fit, Montana, Montega,
Cocaina, that cheap that smoke real fast the reefer.
Tattoos, exotic cars and girls with G purse,
Could mend your eyes, yeah, yeah, we keep those.
Fuck good, real good, getting that real money,
My life is fucking awesome, try and get it from me.

(Hooks)
On the rounds and again,
Got your bitch on the wheel,
I got the album on the way,
Better tell the niggers lay low.
On the rounds and again,
Got your bitch on the wheel,
I got the album on the way,
Better tell the niggers lay low.

(Verse)
Black tea, black feet, black arm,
Power net, power moves, I'm that owner,
Yellow lean, yellow watch, yellow beat,
Feel a drop, milli cop, militant.
Fill the blocks, feel the bitch, not feel the pain,
Feeling what, you're feeling shocks, I feel the beam,
In the streets where the sharks stop,
They say crack pots so you sell the hoe.
Hold that, mic check, Mike Tyson, Mike Jordan,
I've been there, been square, I've been thorn.
Shoot straight, shoot weight, shoot to kill,
Feed the cat, feed the shoes, feet the bare.

(Hooks)
On the rounds and again,
Got your bitch on the wheel,
I got the album on the way,
Better tell the niggers lay low.
On the rounds and again,
Got your bitch on the wheel,
I got the album on the way,
Better tell the niggers lay low.