Low Low Bryson Tiller

[Intro]
Can I just say
You look amazing in that swimsuit
Can we get along for a second?
I got a secret

[Hook]
Baby, we can do whatever
Do it wherever you want
Long as you just keep it on the low low
Inside, outside, in the pool(oh yeah)
Keep a secret, ain't nobody gotta know
Damn yeah, shawty I'm the motherfuckin' man here
Put it down, on the floor
Just keep it on the low low
Inside, outside, get it in the pool
We can air dry in the living room
Keep it on the low

[Verse 1]
Baby, she ain't gotta know
Baby, he ain't gotta know
And you know what I'm insinuating
We get tired of both
Shawty, keep it on the low
Finna get what you deserve
And that please do not disturb, baby keep it on the door
Baby, I'm in love with your body, I'm in love with your figure
Know you got a man
But girl I don't give a damn about that nigga know
He ain't on the shit I'm on
Climb on top I'm finna make that shit explode
Oh like, boom, boom, boom, boom
Girl we don't gotta be confined inside this room
And I, love it how you do it on the chair
Ain't nobody gotta know