Testi:
Low Kind Of Girl

(feat. H.A.W.K, Mista Madd) [talking] Say L, hold these keys man What kind of wheels is those brah (man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos) Man, I ain

with a dolla He's some kind of a balla Two babies in a scrolla And still he wants to holla He likes your Pepsi cola But you ain't running low-la Brazilians

situations, and you're not up there Teesha, Ranesha, Pamela, Renee I'm the king of the night, I'm 'bout to have it my way Girls lookin' good up in VIP Low

me to toss money naw dummy I play girls like Hugh Hef The wrist gleam 16 pushin a new lex So who's next Go get it The kinda nano was kitty so baby girl

: Time can never mend (oooh), Careless whispers of a good friend. To the heart and mind (to the heart and mind), Ignorance is kind (kind). There's no

spot Everybody come round' Them hoes gettin' low Them niggas know we bout to show out 26's sittin high Followed by them harleys Loud pipes Neon lights Reppin' for New Orleans Chain hang low

her If i could, get her outta here i would I never seen a girl move that good And there's something tellin' me i should Get Low! (low, low, [echoes])

that I like Let's push it push it push it push it push it harder tonight Push it harder get real low That chicks about to blow Bk on my left side Every girl

these streets Haters, are everywhere Cause shit and with somethin' deeper than you and me It's hard, a cold, cold world Sometimes can't even trust ya own girl