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letra de lights out - aylek$

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[intro: aylek$]
ooh babe, you know what you do, ooh
[?], let’s get this money
she wanna party with us
she wanna party with the lights out, right now
she wanna party with the-

[chorus: aylek$]
she wanna party with the lights out
you know these b-tches f-ckin’ for the clout
these hoes be lookin’ for a hand out
they need to die out
tell the p-ssy “stand out”
say i gave you big rounds
and we brought the big sounds

[post-chorus: aylek$ & lil yatchy]
b-tch, you better get the f-ck from me
on the gang, b-tch, you better get the f-ck from me
you can hang, i’m just smokin’ on this broccoli (uh-huh)
that bang gon’ bang if you think you finna f-ck with me (yeah, lil’ boat)

[verse 1: lil yatchy]
still in my lung (yeah)
f&n feelin’ like tommy, ayy (pew-pew-pew)
baby, these n-ggas funny (yeah)
had to cut off some homies, ayy (ouu)
she tryna suck on my engine (yeah)
she wanna f-ck in the bentley (‘ight)
bought her a brand new g-wagon (skrrt)
paint color blue like tiffeny (woo)
these n-ggas don’t want no smoke, ayy (yeah)
n-gga get smoked like a pope, ayy (woo)
i spent some bands on a coat, ayy (woo)
and lil’ boat did the most, ayy (woo)
she wanna f-ck in the dark, ayy (gang)
she wanna f-ck in the dark, at the park
get that p-ssy wetter than noah’s ark
n-gga can’t f-ck with the narcs, ayy (uh-uh)
no-no (uh-uh), girl i’m rich as i’ve ever been (ever been)
let’s go cough our cream up, look like neverland (neverland)
at the party, girl, you tweakin’ off the medicine (yeah)

[chorus: aylek$ & lil yatchy]
she wanna party with the lights out (lil’ boat)
you know these b-tches f-ckin’ for the clout
these hoes be lookin’ for a hand out
they need to die out
tell the p-ssy “stand out”
say i gave you big rounds
and we brought the big sounds

[post-chorus: aylek$]
b-tch, you better get the f-ck from me
on the gang, b-tch, you better get the f-ck from me
you can hang, i’m just smokin’ on this broccoli
that bang gon’ bang if you think you finna f-ck with me

[verse 2: trippie redd]
we know exactly how these dolls movin’, that’s for sure (that’s for sure)
i get the chopper on me, you know i let it go (i let it go)
i don’t play games with n-ggas, you know i keep a scope
yeah, murder what she wrote (bang)
ayy, i’m gonna take her soul (her soul), ouu
she do dumb, i’ma take her throat (on the gang, yeah)
ayy, lil’ b-tch go for the gang, woah
yeah, and them packs movin’ out for the low (for the low)
yeah, feel like like kurtis snow (snow), more like kurtis blow (blow)
murder what she wrote-ote-ote (yeah)
murder what she wrote (wrote), i’ma take her soul (soul)

[outro]
[?], let’s get this money

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