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Lil Baby - Low Down (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Quay Global
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CHRISTOPHER N'QUAY ROSSER
CHRISTOPHER N'QUAY ROSSER
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quay Global
Quay Global
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Cook that shit up, Quay Go to lunch in the Jewish community (Yeah) I wouldn't tell on the bros with immunity (Nah) Playin' victim, that shit ain't gon' ruin me I'm the only now that outdo me I got hoes by the group tryna do me My life like a movie, get head in the water Don't gotta put in no work, I send orders This shit done got serious Them millions come plural, I'm living by morals We swipe 'em, ain't keepin', no Dora Explorer I'm young and I'm turnt, I got bitches galore My baby, my whip cost two-fifty, I'm splurgin' Got five million cash just in case of emergency My young niggas kill, get away, they be purgin' It happened like this, I ain't do it on purpose I'm working my move, nigga, which one of you workin'? I turned on my crew, bought a coupe off of verses I'm tired of these strippers I'm going at nurses and doctors and dentists You started, I finished, I told you we with it My word is like gold to my city I tell 'em to go, they gon' get it I heard that you froze when they hit it Putting these hoes in the business, you know that you tripping I tell 'em no, they gon' listen Knowin' these niggas be sweet and some bitches, I'm different She tryna leave me, I'm low down I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile All of my cars get delivered with no miles They think they do and we don't, I don't know how Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds I put on drip every day from the floor up I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah Cullinan shot in, my driver named Solid I keep him on point, make sure nobody follow us I got a Glock with a shot that can stop a truck I get the money eight ways like an octopus No way in hell I'ma give all these choppers up Team full of players, ain't nobody stopping us He out of line, give a fuck, then we poppin' him Been raisin' hell, back in school, I was popular, yeah All of my hoes get facials, face me Make her my bitch too much, she lazy I was thinking prices too high, then I raised 'em Shit in my bank account gettin' outrageous Niggas smellin' like that, had to switch up my fragrance And I'm sending out shots if the fouls get flagrant Switch up my route to the house, had to change it Still with the shit, I forget that I'm famous She tryna leave me, I'm low down I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile All of my cars get delivered with no miles They think they do and we don't, I don't know how Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds I put on drip every day from the floor up I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah She tryna leave me, I'm low down I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile All of my cars get delivered with no miles They think they do and we don't, I don't know how Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds I put on drip every day from the floor up I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up I put on drip every day from the floor up I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up I put on drip every day
Writer(s): Christopher N'quay Rosser, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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