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Lowkey girl Reading evil Angel, but I'm reading evil He said he want a lowkey girl, no you don't You know you want her popping on the cover of Vogue While they calling you the man, she a walking trophy He lied, he lied, said he want her lowkey Said you want her independent with her own bread But every time she make a move, you in your own head You supposed to be her mascot, 'posed to be a fan Gettin' insecure, you supposed to be "the man" But you don't know how to act with a boss, so you lash out Another fight, got her askin', "Why you mad now?" I know you just miss me, why you gotta spazz out? Always gotta spazz out He said he want a lowkey girl Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though He'll never really trust me, no Angel, but I'm reading evil He said he want a lowkey girl Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though He'll never really trust me, no Angel, but I'm reading evil Yeah I get it, theres a diff between you and I If I block then it's out of sight, out of mind So I spare 'em, I'm not gonna air 'em 'Cause I'm a poppin' girl, I'ma stay poppin' up Gotta move careful, grass vibrant on this side So the snakes come flyin' Well, I just brush it off like, "I don't give a fuck" 'Cause I'm a poppin' girl, I'ma stay poppin' up But you don't know how to act with a boss, so you lash out Another fight, got her askin', "Why you mad now?" I know you just miss me, why you gotta spazz out? Always gotta spazz out He said he want a lowkey girl Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though He'll never really trust me, no Angel, but I'm reading evil He said he want a lowkey girl Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though He'll never really trust me, no Angel, but I'm reading evil I'ma shyne, I'ma star Désolé je suis mauvais Désolé je suis khatar Baby, we nothing but friends Put respect Here's some news, I don't care You don't have a Douns, therefore, bitch you lose Angry, you still angry? Yallah, safi He said he want a lowkey girl Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though He'll never really trust me, no Angel, but I'm reading evil He said he want a lowkey girl Poor him 'cause he's feelin' me, though He'll never really trust me, no Angel, but I'm reading evil
Writer(s): Juan Guerrieri Maril, Dounia Tazi, John Frederick Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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