How low (dirty version)

J.style - how low > lyrics

Verse - 1
Look i am talking about my sex game
J.style that,s my name
Intro i put first but exit not same
And before i catch my plan
I want spend my night with hoes
Question is one
How low can you go
Oh , that,s my show
If she weed i am gonna blow
I am get puzzled in her row
Then i put glitter now she glow
Oh my god
She on my dick
She love my cash my flow sick
She little fat but i am still thick
I am fall in love i drop my bricks
Och
Cause she running to my bank every time
She do better but accept something high
Can you play back this track rewind
I really want that answer one thing in my is this

(hook)
Go low i got money to blow* 3
I got money to blow* 2

Verse - 2
You like kit kat ,dairy milk
Little bit crunchy smoothy silk
I eat the whole bar
Her taste like a never had
Fully naked hottest hell
I don,t know how to spell
Cause she working like wishing well
Im her Santa jingle bell
Bag of money go head sell
Deadly Move she gonna to kill
Im ready for pay the bills
Condition one i want that thrill
Its kinda a session of chill
I take it as my sleeping pills
Go get down keep it real
I feel you touch in my skin
I love the way you body spin
I tripping exotic scene
Let put some naughty thing
Lick dick first that,s my cock it dream
She jumping and started scream
Im ride her like Bugatti rims
I want to know how fast she is
Simply words this all i meant

(hook)
Go low i got money to blow* 3
I got money to blow* 2

Verse - 3
Trailer done get the flick
Make wall here,s the bricks
Behind the door forget all tricks
Do some work on my dick
Her body curves make me sick
I light it up candle wick
Right now you in my crib
Show me how tight your gribs

(hook)
Go low i got money to blow* 3
I got money to blow* 2

Yeah !