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let her out the house - low the great lyrics

[intro]
(low the great)
it’s summertime, n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on (ayy, huh? huh?)
(is that trey?) it is
wait, hol’ up, i’m finna turn this b*tch up

[chorus]
why the b*tch on punishment? let her out the house
why when i’m hosting the club, she can’t come out?
this the sh*t i’m talkin’ ’bout, he ain’t got it figured out
ironically, she got a bbl and that b*tch bounce (yeah)
why the b*tch on punishment? (let her out the house)
i thought you never cuffed the b*tch (let her out the house, let her out)
she wanna pull up because it’s lit (let her out the house)
she wanna pull up and get some—, shh (let her out the house)
[verse 1]
you a daddy, but you not hers, let her out
she wanna come and f*ck with me, we ate at tao
when she with me, everything free, she just get wild
she used to be thick, he really got her ass stressed out
she want d*ck, but all this n*gga do is get loud
she got the body of a goddess and a head for the crown
tattoos, way too inked up from her neck down
she so sweet, but he the type to slap his b*tch ’round
when he with his b*tch, the only time he really cripped out
she wanna go to penthouse, let her out the house (let her out)
catch a flight for no reason, let her out the house (let her out)
she wanna go to good batch, let her out the house

[verse 2]
let her come out for one night for the one time (come on)
she only been here five minutes, here go one time (come on)
her n*gga pulled up on feet watering by the eye (come on)
she forgot to turn location off the whole time (yeah)
her n*gga ran up tryna fight, he got a broke mind
lil’ kids, that’s who she been f*ckin’ with this whole time (whole time)
why that n*gga look like he work for the victim of crimes?
remember mysp*ce, it was b*tches in my top five
she wifed a n*gga, he was broke, i feel sorry for her
look, b*tch, i shoot threes, he the ball boy (look)
he got you walkin’ down the street, that’s what a car for
he should’ve been lavar’s son, tell him ball more
[chorus]
why the b*tch on punishment? let her out the house
why when i’m hosting the club, she can’t come out?
this the sh*t i’m talkin’ ’bout, he ain’t got it figured out
ironically, she got a bbl and that b*tch bounce (yeah)
why the b*tch on punishment? (let her out the house)
i thought you never cuffed the b*tch (let her out the house, let her out)
she wanna pull up because it’s lit (let her out the house)
she wanna pull up and get some—, shh (let her out the house)

- low the great lyrics

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