Jim Jones — Get Low (Freestyle) lyrics

Lyrics

We in the midst of a cold winter, chilling
Niggas would eat your food but it’s no dinner, where the food at I make the paper, no printer
A blood cloud one shit I ain’t no sprinter
They say coke is hot and need a cheaper price, we need better men
Better show them what you say they let you keep your life
Pretty nigga dog, let him keep his wife, fuck that bitch
Swear it was Gucci on my feet was
Car getter from the back you can see the price
Interior and the seats were
Her legs stick 5 inches
Told me speed up, she wants to die like the princess, bitch
Her a half joints my cargo
And you don’t need the light to see my A nigga play a nigga have him John Doe.