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Featuring Eyes Low (Intro) Yea, I’m in the booth The truth like Beanie Siegel man Yo ma I don’t know why you keep dealing with this lame You know what I’m sayin? He put his hands on you He be beatin on you, he don’t even treat you good You don’t even have to deal with that You know what I’m sayin? But… let me just tell you a little something Sit down for a minute, let me kick it with ya Only called you to do something You know what I’m sayin? If you was mine, if you was mine Let the chorus ride Alright, everybody got they eyes open so I know they ready, let’s get it (Hook 1) We could travel the world, it’s nothing that you couldn’t have baby Just be my girl, I swear ‘Cause I’ll be right there to (bring you up when you fall) Just to make it clear And this is my year like them Hollywood stars Watch a young G, the flow is fine wine And Low is on his grind Letras de cancionesThe future is for us, my love and loyalty Ain’t no love without trust (Verse) I know how to treat a woman, that’s how mama raised me But see I’m not a mama’s boy, I’m just my mama’s baby And you could be my baby mama, so let’s party lady My game is grown so ain’t no need to try to potty train me Now who you know who get it shaking like loaded don Loaded bank fully loaded with lower dawn Futuristic, so different, just show beyond Now hold my arm, I could on if you was mine If you was my, if you was my woman I told you stop lookin, listen listen stop lookin It ain’t nobody stirring up the ish that I’m cookin Yea, let’s get em, I got em Now let the chorus ride (Hook 2) We could dip out the hood and cop a vila by the waterfront And live like we should, I swear it ‘Cause I’ll be right there to (bring you up when you fall) So you don’t gotta fear And this is our year, when I cop that diamond ring all you gonna do is shopping The flow is fine wine And Low is on his grind The future is for us, my love and loyalty Ain’t no love without trust (Verse) I’ll be down when you’re down Your heart was lost Now I’m ridin too, I swear that it’s fowl cuz I’m a boss Bumpin smoky rub, tears of a clown You pointing ears with this clown I’m here to build you up Homie steady chain you down If you was mine you’d be showered with gifts Champagne bubble baths, blow sour and spliffs Sick ninjas, twin Benz, there’s no Malibu whips Rocking diamonds so blue they think you down with the crips I’m a hustler, I know about the pounds and the brick But you done got a nigga a job, my shit is legit Plus yo boy got a flow, I’m as sick as it gets I cook that track up like breakfast, put the fish with the grits So the ES3 maxes through the tints on his 6 And I ain’t tryin to be conceded baby, I’m just convinced From Letras Mania