Lowkey Grl Letra

He said he want a lowkey girl, no you don’t
You know you want her popping on the cover of Vogue
While they calling you the man, she a walking trophy
He lied, he lied, said he want her lowkey
Said you want her independent with her own bread
But every time she make a move, you in your own head
You supposed to be her mascot, 'posed to be a fan
Gettin' insecure, you supposed to be "the man"

But you don’t know how to act with a boss, so you lash out
Another fight, got her askin', "Why you mad now?"
I know you just miss me, why you gotta spazz out?
Always gotta spazz out

He said he want a lowkey girl
Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though
He'll never really trust me, no
Angel, but I'm reading evil
He said he want a lowkey girl
Poor him 'cause he’s feelin’ me, though
He'll never really trust me, no
Angel, but I’m reading evil

Yeah I get it, theres a diff between you and I
If I block then it's out of sight, out of mind
So I spare 'em, I'm not gonna air ’em
'Cause I'm a poppin' girl, I'ma stay poppin' up
Gotta move careful, grass vibrant on this side
So the snakes come flyin'
Well, I just brush it off like, "I don't give a fuck"
'Cause I'm a poppin' girl, I'ma stay poppin' up

But you don't know how to act with a boss, so you lash out
Another fight, got her askin', "Why you mad now?"
I know you just miss me, why you gotta spazz out?
Always gotta spazz out

He said he want a lowkey girl
Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though
He'll never really trust me, no
Angel, but I'm reading evil
He said he want a lowkey girl
Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though
He'll never really trust me, no
Angel, but I'm reading evil

I'ma shyne, I'ma star -
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Désolé je suis mauvais
Désolé je suis khatar
Baby, we nothing but friends
Put respect
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Here's some news, I don't care -
You don't have a Douns, therefore, bitch you lose
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Angry, you still angry? Yallah, safi

He said he want a lowkey girl
Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though
He'll never really trust me, no
Angel, but I'm reading evil
He said he want a lowkey girl
Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though
He'll never really trust me, no
Angel, but I'm reading evil