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letra de lights out - daboii

[chorus]
yeah, yeah
n-gga try to play me for them bands, he gon’ get his ass wiped down
up a bag on that b-tch, i’m your type now
you ain’t even with the sh-t, n-gga, pipe down (yo, what’s up now, partner?)
free them level fours, i got n-ggas sendin’ kites out
you could see it pokin’ off my hip, i don’t fight, clown
talkin’ ’bout we up next, nah, right now
when we step up in the club, it’s a lighthouse
try to backdoor me, then it’s lights out

[verse 1]
n-gga try to backdoor, he gon’ get his ass smoked
i beat a b-tch up, she forgot the cash flow
yeah, the suckers, dope fiends, n-ggas smokin’ crack, woah
get a p-ssy n-gga gone, what you think the bat for?
what you think the bat for? i’ll gеt a n-gga gone
phone blowin’ up, what the f-ck thеse b-tches want?
he keep rappin’ in these songs ’bout h-lla other sh-t he don’t
you ain’t like that, you was runnin’ when it’s phone
yeah, good baby a, got it tucked up in the bushes
the forty got a d-ck when i be lookin’ for you p-ssies
bullets burn a n-gga, aim my pole and then i cook him
rollers tried to chase me up on feet, them n-ggas book ’em
i don’t trust n-ggas, i don’t even trust me
gettin’ drunk off that don, it’s just me and auntie
think the label scared of me ’cause i be where the thugs be
step on anybody, swear you n-ggas won’t beef (on the gang)
[chorus]
yeah, n-gga try to play me for them bands, he gon’ get his ass wiped down
up a bag on that b-tch, i’m your type now
you ain’t even with the sh-t, n-gga, pipe down
free them level fours, i got n-ggas sendin’ kites out
you could see it pokin’ off my hip, i don’t fight, clown
talkin’ ’bout we up next, nah, right now
when we step up in the club, it’s a lighthouse
try to backdoor me, then it’s lights out (yeah)

[verse 2]
n-gga, when we step up in the club, it’s a lighthouse
ballin’ on these n-ggas, why you think i brought the mikes out?
i won’t beef up on no internet, i don’t type, clown
n-gga tryna fight, lol, b-tch, fight rounds
big forty on me when i’m cruisin’ through the v
pull up on anybody, where the f-ck you n-ggas be?
when i say i have my brother wipe your nose, it ain’t no sneeze
i thought y’all was ’bout it ’bout it, why the f-ck them n-ggas leave?
had to put the drac’ down and pick the baby a up
that n-gga told on that case, they only offered eight months
rollers tryna lock us down ’cause they can never tame us
b-tch head so good, i gave her ass an a-plus
n-gga try to backdoor, i get to creepin’ through the front
f-ck they whole gang, we ain’t worried ’bout them punks
i keep it on my hip, that n-gga kept it in the trunk
he thought i’ll leave the crib without my pole, you n-ggas dumb (gang)
[chorus]
n-gga try to play me for them bands, he gon’ get his ass wiped down
up a bag on that b-tch, i’m your type now
you ain’t even with the sh-t, n-gga, pipe down
free them level fours, i got n-ggas sendin’ kites out
you could see it pokin’ off my hip, i don’t fight, clown
talkin’ ’bout we up next, nah, right now
when we step up in the club, it’s a lighthouse
try to backdoor me, then it’s lights out, n-gga

- daboii

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