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Listen to Low (feat. Nicki Minaj, Lil Bibby & Young Thug) - Single by Juicy J
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Lil Bibby
Lil Bibby
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Brandon Dickinson
Brandon Dickinson
Songwriter
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Songwriter
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Songwriter
Timothy Thomas
Timothy Thomas
Songwriter
Henry Russell Walter
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Engineer
Clint Gibbs
Clint Gibbs
Engineer
Fareed Salamah
Fareed Salamah
Engineer
Michael "Crazy Mike" Foster
Michael "Crazy Mike" Foster
Engineer
Cameron Montgomery
Cameron Montgomery
Assistant Engineer
Jon Schacter
Jon Schacter
Assistant Engineer
Henry Russell Walter
Henry Russell Walter
Producer
Rachael Findlen
Rachael Findlen
Assistant Engineer
Sean Buchanan
Sean Buchanan
Assistant Engineer
Todd Bergman
Todd Bergman
Assistant Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) Juicy to tell her what you said, bro Me, Juicy J, got too many hoes Me, Juicy J, got too many flows Clique ballin' out like the '98 Lakers Pull up in a million-dollar car and violate it Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her roommate And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no discussion It cost to be the boss, my nigga you way out of your budget Who you playin' with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin' Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) I get a brick, you know I get it for the (low) Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (low) I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (low) Lil' momma know I like my kisses down (low) Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins Pull up with them V twins in my engine All this ice all around me like a penguin I ain't talkin' bowlin', but I'm with the kingpin I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick That's just so good, man a bitch came quick I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't trippin' You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen I be pimp walkin', I'm limpin' C's on my bag so they think I'm crippin' Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin' Myx Moscato, niggas I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) I get a brick, you know I get it for the (low) Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (low) I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (low) Lil' momma know I like my kisses down (low) I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho Mr. Stack-That-Dough Young rich nigga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow Tell a rap nigga, "I'm not feelin' you" Stop frontin', boy, y'all not criminals At the top, man they talkin' 'bout killin' you Got two 9's but they're not identical I'll never trait on my squad, nigga Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga In other words, you a fraud, nigga I'll pull your card, nigga I'm a young boss, I'm runnin' shit Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin' At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz 30 deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs I'm in here chillin' with my feet up I told y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up Man, it's time to kill all this weak stuff Pull the beat up, watch me eat up My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) My beat low (she go low) My bass low (she go low) I ride low (she go low) She go low (she go low) I get a brick, you know I get it for the (low) Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (low) I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (low) Lil' momma know I like my kisses down (low)
Writer(s): Lukasz Gottwald, Onika Tanya Maraj, Theron Makiel Thomas, Timothy Jamahli Thomas, Jordan Houston, Brandon George Dickinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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