Here is Keep it on The Low Lyrics by Dolla Boy Ft. Ludacris
pop it .. the car take it to the crib,
take off all your clothes, show me what it is,
keep it on the da low, keep it on da low,
nobody has to know, baby keep it on the low.
i got the train, no i got the .. don’t say shh
after put it down, just keep it on da low
keep it on da low, nobody has to know
baby keep it on da low, low, low.
closing in my eyes s. …windows low ..next to me..
and she don’t know that i know that she’s a freak
she act to .., she’s going down, i’m sitting ..
..first but i’m picking .. in my soul, haters in my vision,
where my car .. i need a .. clean my ..
i don’t want see ya, all i need to see is some b*tches
and ask them what’s the business and ask them where they ..
ya we’re gonna drop it off, after that i drop it off
…why they never took it shot it us, when i’m in the kitchen
guarantee that is lock it off, see me with your chick and guarantee
that i’m knocking hore.
chorus:
pop it .. the car take it to the crib,
take off all your clothes, show me what it is,
keep it on the da low, keep it on da low,
nobody has to know, baby keep it on the low.
i got the train, no i got the .. don’t say shh
after put it down, just keep it on da low
keep it on da low, nobody has to know
baby keep it on da low, low, low.
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tell that p*ssy to .. it , they count my hood ..
you keep on .. receive it, i keep on runnin back
you open doors for, you really respect that home
i clear the floors for get ready ..
so i bust that shit while open, then i leave the smoke and
you hope that it won’t broke down
but after my dick is spoken i make em disappear like hocus pocus..
yeah, i’m a damn magician so all you bastards listen,
b*tch … the perfume you don’t need a damn permission,
i’ma get up in a maserati blowing up in a .. a private ..
..your woman on a private .. i’ma gonna ..to the condoms spot
she don’t get out and get em, they show come put and …
‘cause i’ma tell em if she’s willin’ b*tch.
[chorus:]
twenty six centuries of the ground
two from being scakes, area called …
says she .. and come to see me
meet and meet ..f*ck would she made it to the ..
i told that b*tch …
blowing up my ….
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