Get Down Low - Snow tha Product/Ohana Bam

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Get down get down low

You know how that go

You gon' drop it to the floor

But you know how that go

Get down get down low

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low get down get down low

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low get down get down low

'Sup b**ch 'sup h**

Good game cut throat

Shawty say that she love thugs oh

She better say no names if she got cuffs on

Lately I just do it for the f**k of it

Eyeliner so sharp that it'll cut a b**ch

If it's henny then of course I'll take a cup of it

Good luck getting me to give a f**k again

In out and in out of state

I've been eatin' good never been out of shape

But I've been out and sent out some b**ches with weight

Better get out the pen now and print outs the pay

I be in out and in out and in out of planes

I don't trip out but trip out to get out of lane

B**ches hating on me better sit down and wait

Better get out cause this round gon' hit y'all and spray

B**ch get back before I blocka

You a bad b**ch I'm a bad motherf**ker

Tell the valet bring the keys bring the truck up

When you talk to to me you better stand up and look up

H** get back cause I'm back now

Top producers bringing A1 tracks out

We about to make these motherf**kers black out

Mamacita make and bake and makin' cash now

Get down low

Get down low get down low

You know how that go

You gon' drop it to the floor

But you know how that go

Get down get down low

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low get down get down low

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low get down get down low

Snow ee yo I spit that hot fire

If you ain't heard you got a cross wire

You ain't been on no sh*t that's not hard

You ain't gettin' no cake sweetheart that's pop tart

You don't got it down like moi

When I spit bars leave 'em all in awe

Five foot tall but the aura large

And in charge I'm a boss leave your broad like God

Little mamacita got a lot of grip

They be noticing I be talking 'bout economy

Have you seen the mexicana with the dollars in

And I get the cheese I ain't lactose intolerant

So follow me when I get out bags and get out masks and uh

Get out gats and get that cash and run

Hit that gas and hit that armored truck

Just sit back and flip that in a month like whoo

Ain't I tell y'all I'm here

Ain't I tell y'all I'm runnin' up and bustin' on 'em

Ain't I say this my year

Ain't I tell y'all I'm coming up and stuntin' on 'em

Cause I've been on the phone closing deals

I've been talking 'bout how we gon' flip and we gon' spend it

I don't care if I'ma go legit or if I'ma come in a ski mask

B**ch I'ma get it

Look get down low

Get down low get down low

You know how that go

You gon' drop it to the floor

But you know how that go

Get down get down low

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low get down get down low

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low all the way to the floor

Get down low get down get down low