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lower yourself - bee smoke lyrics

[hook]

(grr)
huh
gas on this n*gga; he choke on this smoke, (woo)
drizzy he wylin’ ’bout guns but he never shot nun’, (grr*rah)
brody act gangster; he tryna get shot, (huh?)
ain’t sorry your daughter gon’ be in a ‘home’ when i’m done wit’ brody, (grrt, pah)
b*tch i done made you, i’ll break you myself, (grrt)
ain’t need hypertension jus’ lower yourself, (grr)
when the king talkin’; jus’ lower yourself
huh
gas on this n*gga; he choke on this smoke, (woo)
drizzy he wylin’ ’bout guns but he never shot nun’, (grr*rah)
brody act gangster; he tryna get shot, (huh?)
ain’t sorry your daughter gon’ be in a ‘home’ when i’m done wit’ brody, (grrt, pah)
b*tch i done made you, i’ll break you myself, (grrt)
ain’t need hypertension jus’ lower yourself, (grr)
when the king talkin’; jus’ lower yourself

[verse]

b*tch i done made you; jus’ lower yourself, when we meet you’ll be humble asf
don’t play wit’ these n*ggas they f*ck wit’ the crips & they internet trollin’, like b*tches on periods
n*gga he mad that i’m up & i’m chasin’ the bag
ain’t f*ck wit’ talk no chit chat, (grrt*pah)
hopped on this beat i’ma hit*hat, (grrt*pah)
i’ll leave you for dead; when you fight for your bread, (woah)
i’m flexin’ i’m gorgeous ‘bee smoke’ the topic; n*gga act up? gettin’ shot to your head, (grr)
hit up your b*tch she gon’ come gimme head
b*tch you ain’t n*gga; you p*ssed on yourself when you heard i was comin’
you hit up the stores jus’ to get you a blunt, you be smokin’ n puffin’
he thinkin’ he sick when he comes to the mic; the sh*t you we’re spittin’ was misdiagnosed, (woaho)
n*gga want smoke?; choke on this gas, f*ckin’ wimme? i’ma sing about that
i’m the bad guy; you n broski you are duo, not a migo
beat up ’em then i’ll build ’em up like ’em legos
i always tol’ that motherf*cken n*gga; “i don’ play wit’ n*ggas”, (don’t play)
i don’ f*ck wit’ n*ggas, pay up my feature then leave me alone n*gga! (huh, f*ck)
[hook]

huh
gas on this n*gga; he choke on this smoke, (woo)
drizzy he wylin’ ’bout guns but he never shot nun’, (grr*rah)
brody act gangster; he tryna get shot, (huh?)
ain’t sorry your daughter gon’ be in a ‘home’ when i’m done wit’ brody, (grrt, pah)
b*tch i done made you, i’ll break you myself, (grrt)
ain’t need hypertension jus’ lower yourself, (grr)
when the king talkin’; jus’ lower yourself
huh
gas on this n*gga; he choke on this smoke, (woo)
drizzy he wylin’ ’bout guns but he never shot nun’, (grr*rah)
brody act gangster; he tryna get shot, (huh?)
ain’t sorry your daughter gon’ be in a ‘home’ when i’m done wit’ brody, (grrt, pah)
b*tch i done made you, i’ll break you myself, (grrt)
ain’t need hypertension jus’ lower yourself, (grr)
when the king talkin’; jus’ lower yourself

[outro]

grr

- bee smoke lyrics

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