Luyện nghe bài hát Need A Lighter

I like my bitches
This fit, it cost me
A grammys on me now, I'm tryna get 'em off me
I'm tryna get a
And beach in Miami
My might need a Beamer
now she drive a Camry
That hundred round like
I ride around it
Might hit a lick and a pound
I'm down with it
If I see them lights flash down imam down hill it
That mean I ain't stoppin', up like I ain't poppin'
Nigga who is you and where you you ain't poppin'
Fuck you call phone for if you ain't shopping
Rather not do club hopping, I like hopping
Walk out that bitch with bags like I'm bank robbing
Don't compare us to these niggas cause they mobbing
starving, bitch I'm cooking like I'm J. Harden
Watch young nigga go and get it quick as clay
If you getting digits, nigga say nothing

We got the all the drugs, we need the lighters
We got army guns the fucking fighters
Let that bitch me, pop a half, I might swerve
her out her panties if I say the right words
Promise I don't I could get any higher
Had to write a you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on I'm riding by, sir
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Cut the lights on, fuck it, cut the off, diamonds lit
Couple on my neck the way my diamonds hit
I was 13, niggas, drinking that brown bitch
Riding in a with a Glock and a fucking stick
VVS all on my neck, up
100 round drum in that TEC, up
Pull up on you in a 'Vette, up
Pull up, break their neck, hold up
Pull up on you in a ghost, up
Pull up, break your bitch's throat, up
Niggas think I make money but bitch I'm still selling dope
I'm in DC with my Lightshow
Went to Avianne now my ice glow
And I keep a pistol everywhere I go
I need no fucking shooter, young Savage gon' blow

We got the all the drugs, we need the lighters
We got army guns like the fighters
Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I swerve
her out her panties if I say the right words
Promise I don't I could get any higher
Had to a thank you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them on, I am smoking fire

Please don't hit the lights, that shit is
Please hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite
Please don't hit the lights, chopper on the seat
Please hit the lights, I might have to spend the night
At the jailhouse, wait inside bitch 'til I get bailed out
Outed by a black cop, he a sellout
Most these niggas rats, walkin' 'round here with they tail out
Ain't eyeballing shit, I whip this scale out
I thank god for rap but I'm a trap god
Lot of niggas so my first speed dial is my strap guy
I go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys
Finna up really really deep like a capper
We get product and we split that shit up a hot pie
My bitch to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie
bullet 'bout the same length as a hot fry
Wore that bitch's own bag like a fly guy

We got the all the drugs, we need the lighters
We got army like the fucking fighters
Let that bitch me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her if I say the right words
Promise I don't think I could get any
Had to write a you note to my supplier
don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please cut them lights on, I am smoking fire