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letra de need a lighter - lightshow

[verse 1: lightshow]
i like my b-tches bossy
this lip cost 30 [?]
a couple grammys on me now, i’m tryna get ’em off me
i’m tryna get a grammy
a beach house in miami
my b-tch might need a beamer
right now she drive a camry
that hundred round like family
i ride around with it
might hit a lick and smoke a pound
i’m really down with it
if i see them lights flash i’ma down [?]
that mean i ain’t stoppin’, turn up like i ain’t poppin’
n-gg- who is you and where you from? you ain’t poppin’
f-ck you call his phone for if you ain’t shopping
rather not do club hopping, i like bank hopping
walk out that b-tch with them bags like i’m bank robbing
don’t compare us to these n-gg-s cause they ain’t mobbing
they starving, b-tch i’m cooking like i’m j. harden
watch young n-gg- go and get it quick as klay [?]
if you ain’t getting digits, n-gg- say nothing

[hook: lightshow]
we got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters
we got army guns like the f-cking fighters
let that b-tch convince me, pop a half, i might swerve
talk her out her panties if i say the right words
promise i don’t think i could get any higher
had to write a thank you note to my supplier
please don’t cut them lights on when i’m riding by, sir
please don’t cut them lights on, i am smoking fire
[verse 2: 21 savage]
cut the lights on, f-ck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit
couple vvs’s on my neck the way my diamonds h-t
i was 13, robbin’ n-gg-s, drinking that brown b-tch
riding in a drop with a glock and a f-cking stick
vvs all on my neck, hold up
100 round drum in that tec, hold up
pull up on you in a ‘vette, hold up
pull up, b-tches break their neck, hold up
pull up on you in a ghost, hold up
pull up, break your b-tch’s throat, hold up
n-gg-s think i make money rapping but b-tch i’m still selling dope
i’m in dc with my n-gg- lightshow
went to avianne now my f-cking ice glow
and i keep a pistol everywhere that i go
i don’t need no f-cking shooter, young savage gon’ blow

[verse 3: lightshow]
please don’t hit the lights, that sh-t is bright
please don’t hit the lights, this prescription in my sprite
please don’t hit the lights, chopper on the seat on sight
please don’t hit the lights, i might have to spend the night
at the jailhouse, wait inside that b-tch ’til i get bailed out
outed by a black cop, d-mn he a sellout
most these n-gg-s rats, they walkin’ ’round here with they tail out
ain’t eyeballing sh-t, i whip this motherf-cking scale out
i thank god for rap but i’m a motherf-cking trap god
lot of n-gg-s down so my first speed dial is my strap though
i didn’t go to college, i rap automatics, cap guys
finna pull up really really really deep like a capper
we get product and we split that sh-t up like a hat pie
my b-tch like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie
ar-15 bullet ’bout to sing like there’s a [?]
wore that b-tch’s own designer bag like a flat guy

- lightshow

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