Low Life Fat Trel
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[Chorus]
I pull the Jag up, I fuck a bag up
I never brag much, 'cause I never had nothin'
I was a bad child, mama say I'm bad luck
I was Felipe child, remember them bag lunches
Remember them cold nights, whippin' the snow white
Was living the slow life, I'm really a low life
Remember them cold nights, whippin' the snow white
Was living the slow life, I'm really a low life
[Verse 1]
I'm really a bastard, was whippin' the Casper
My shooter disaster, put you in a casket
I'm whippin' the Jaguar, that bitch like a Nascar
I'm with a little bad broad, she into them fast cars
This shit in my bloodline, I'm only on plug time
I'm talking that bag talk, I come from the asphalt
I come from the dirt with it, I'm purchasing work with it
And you can get murked with it, put you on a shirt with it
Hope you don't confuse us, we really the shooters
Ain't into the internet, don't do the computers
We really be poppin' out, bringing them choppers out
Let's see what this guap about, police just keep hopping out
[Chorus]
I pull the Jag up, I fuck a bag up
I never brag much, 'cause I never had nothin'
I was a bad child, mama say I'm bad luck
I was Felipe child, remember them bag lunches
Remember them cold nights, whippin' the snow white
Was living the slow life, I'm really a low life
Remember them cold nights, whippin' the snow white
Was living the slow life, I'm really a low life
I pull the Jag up, I fuck a bag up
I never brag much, 'cause I never had nothin'
I was a bad child, mama say I'm bad luck
I was Felipe child, remember them bag lunches
Remember them cold nights, whippin' the snow white
Was living the slow life, I'm really a low life
Remember them cold nights, whippin' the snow white
Was living the slow life, I'm really a low life
[Verse 1]
I'm really a bastard, was whippin' the Casper
My shooter disaster, put you in a casket
I'm whippin' the Jaguar, that bitch like a Nascar
I'm with a little bad broad, she into them fast cars
This shit in my bloodline, I'm only on plug time
I'm talking that bag talk, I come from the asphalt
I come from the dirt with it, I'm purchasing work with it
And you can get murked with it, put you on a shirt with it
Hope you don't confuse us, we really the shooters
Ain't into the internet, don't do the computers
We really be poppin' out, bringing them choppers out
Let's see what this guap about, police just keep hopping out
[Chorus]
I pull the Jag up, I fuck a bag up
I never brag much, 'cause I never had nothin'
I was a bad child, mama say I'm bad luck
I was Felipe child, remember them bag lunches
Remember them cold nights, whippin' the snow white
Was living the slow life, I'm really a low life
Remember them cold nights, whippin' the snow white
Was living the slow life, I'm really a low life
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