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cauz - laylow كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
collective xiii
(ahahaha)
greenbeans

[chorus: cauz]
take the coupe, i’m flying, riding, but i gotta lay low
i’m not wit’ the talkin’, yeah, i’m walkin’ for them pesos
she hit me on the celly, telling me, “yeah, we gotta lay low”
shoot you with the gun, turn yo’ ass into a bagel
i been on my own, baby, i don’t need no label
i’m like al capone, wit’ the money, don’t act hateful
we been countin’ benjis for a minute, yeah, we stable
but the feds is watchin’, so you know we gotta lay low
[verse 1: cauz]
lately we been racin’, do the dash at light speed
people tellin’ me i’m crazy, i don’t know, i might be
why you wanna try me?
i don’t take that kindly
take yo’ sh_t and then i dip, loadin’ dots into my clip
i’m just thinkin’ carefully [?] my friends [?]
all this sh_t ain’t just a dream, nah, my life ain’t make believe
but i made the people see, not everything is what you think
do my thing, no, i won’t crash
180 on the dash
i be speedin’ from my past
really, i just wanna laugh
i been thinkin’ bout my mom, but i know that sh_t won’t last
bouta blow up like a bomb, i be all up in my head
never said i wasn’t wrong, but i’m feelin’ dead instead

[bridge: cauz]
had to pull up wit’ the chrome, put the barrel to yo’ head
hit a l!ck and then i’m gone, we be runnin’ from the feds
all these people watchin’, they just hit me on the text, yuh
d_mn, they just hit me on the text, yuh

[chorus: cauz]
take the coupe, i’m flying, riding, but i gotta lay low
i’m not wit’ the talkin’, yeah, i’m walkin’ for them pesos
she hit me on the celly, telling me, “yeah, we gotta lay low”
shoot you with the gun, turn yo’ ass into a bagel
i been on my own, baby, i don’t need no label
i’m like al capone, wit’ the money, don’t act hateful
we been countin’ benjis for a minute, yeah, we stable
but the feds is watchin’, so you know we gotta lay low
[verse 2: bodygaard]
i been on the road, you can see me in the streets
we gon’ put you [?], ’cause you a f_cking leech
you be jackin’ all my style, swear to god, you look like me
but i put in f_cking work, and that is sh_t you cannot teach
i got bros, i got friends, i got family that be watchin’ me
half of me from italy, the other half is j_panese
you b_tches talk like lames, yeah, i only speak that guapanese
you cowards make me laugh so hard, just like_
xd
(yeah, yeah)
xd, please don’t text me
(yeah, yeah)
next please, don’t you f_cking test me
i been making plays, and you cryin’ at the referee
me and cauz we cookin’ up, yeah, i got the recipe

- cauz

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