paroles de chanson DOWNLOW! (feat. Artifex27) - XATASHI

Hey hi
Imma fuck you on the down low
Wrist ice ice cold don't know where to go
Goth bitch imma stick in her fuckin throat
This choppa erotic
This choppa gone wipe your fuckin nose
Hey hi
Imma fuck you on the down low
Wrist ice ice cold don't know where to go
Goth bitch imma stick in her fuckin throat
This choppa erotic
This choppa gone wipe your fuckin nose

She suck my dick
Yeah she please
I keep that stick
Keep that heat
You wanted smoke that shits free
I'm loading clips
Smoking g's
I heard you on that fuckin smoke shit
Come on pull up let's see
Just like yung flex
I stay militant
I'm packing that heat
Enemies
That's all i ever fuckin see
Peripherals
Gettin hazy
I cant fuckin sleep
My eyes red
Cold blood
Getting out the mud
3 dots
Head shots
Fill him up with slugs

Aye, bitch who wants some smoke?
Me and xatashi we pull up, then we let it go
We hit you with the poles
We turn you into a ghost
Goth bitch in the back seat, snow up in her nose
Bitch I do the money dance, when I count up my checks,
Yeah I spent a couple racks, just to flex on my ex
I'm doing numbers on the road, bitch I'm always on the go
That's the way my life goes, man it feels just like a show
Like damn, pull up in a benz
If I'll fuck your bitch, I say sorry in advance
Bitch I move to fast, I can't get no rest, cause I need the fucking cash yeah,
Get the fucking bag then I dash yeah

Hey hi
Imma fuck you on the down low
Wrist ice ice cold don't know where to go
Goth bitch imma stick in her fuckin throat
This choppa erotic
This choppa gone wipe your fuckin nose
Hey hi
Imma fuck you on the down low
Wrist ice ice cold don't know where to go
Goth bitch imma stick in her fuckin throat
This choppa erotic
This choppa gone wipe your fuckin' nose