time to clear my mind Now before you know it, here I am again Fucking two in the morning Standing in a bar with a drink in hand How low can you go Before
my mind. Now before you know it here I am again, it's fucking 2:00 in the morning, standing in a bar, with a drink in hand. How low can you go before
翻訳: 私に反対！. どのように低.
clear my mind. Now before you know it here I am again, it's fucking 2:00 in the morning, standing in a bar, with a drink in hand. How low can you
go low Now girl won't you drop that thing down to the floor I'm here for one night, how far would you go? I wanna see you work out for me, work out for me
the record ay, I give a damn if I never said shit again My career was meant for me to come and tell you this Honest interpretation of how affected when
Never satisfied with a nice calm evening You be at the games looking right all season But you always with me on the night y'all leaving Ass low, ass low
Oh my gosh Baby, let me I did it again, so I'mma let the beat drop Oh my Baby, let me love you down There's so many ways to love you Baby, I can break
attraction Not a fantasy Just remember me when it turns our right 'cause you know that if you live in your imagination tomorrow you'll be everybody's fascination In my victory Just remember me
youknowhatI'msayin My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now! Oh yeah, that's the shit that got me mad! (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again
wanna get dead No, it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule Don't hold me back, you bet How
call me Diddy I run this city Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red
this one world, I won't worry away, no But now and again, I lose sight of the good life I get stuck in a low light but then love comes in How far do
' me They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs K J L H, you ain't about nuttin' You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers And this one's for me
when I'm playin the back Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's loud Enough to see me flowin and showin Go psycho breakin backs like bolo Give me
me Yes, I'm with Young Money, tell that magazine stop askin' me I be with the dread, with the tattoo's on his head And a flag the colour red like a fuckin' low
