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Low 20

A heart that won't burst And lips that don't thirst I thought of you first My love is for free, my love My love is for free My love is for free, my love

the track You know it gotta be tint with 20's on the 'Llac I see 'em looking at me like what's up But I was hit low in the cut (Chorus)

right inside da pocket on my pants I'm still fly, you can't float Run this shit, Usain Bolt I write your favorite records, aah, you sing ghost 20 thousand

dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin' Paper dat would make take dem photos naked Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams I flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20

my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'d Fiend for the green leaves, give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low

Crazy this money gon' make me crazy baby [Treach] 20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer of beer on the wall/ 20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer/ now after

. . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . [Verse: Fate Wilson] (let's do it again) Okay, I remember the days (let's do it again) High rights, low

t slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low clip, pop

[Intro - The-Dream] Oh Yeah You know where I'm from You know where I stay I'm posted in the A Sittin' low in my Phantom ridin' high Every time I ride