Luyện nghe bài hát Need A Lighter

I my bitches bossy
This Lacoste fit, it me
A couple on me now, I'm tryna get 'em off me
I'm get a Grammy
And house in Miami
My bitch might a Beamer
now she drive a Camry
That round like family
I ride around it
Might hit a lick and a pound
I'm really down it
If I see lights flash I'ma down imam down hill it
That I ain't stoppin', turn up like I ain't poppin'
Nigga who is you and where you from? you poppin'
Fuck you call this for if you ain't shopping
Rather not do club hopping, I like bank
Walk out bitch with them bags like I'm bank robbing
Don't compare us to these cause they ain't mobbing
They starving, bitch I'm like I'm J. Harden
Watch young nigga go and get it quick as hardens
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 think I could get any higher
Had to a thank you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on I'm riding by, sir
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Cut the on, fuck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit
Couple on my neck the way my diamonds hit
I was 13, robbin' niggas, that brown bitch
in a drop with a Glock and a fucking stick
VVS all on my neck, up
100 drum in that TEC, hold up
Pull up on you in a 'Vette, up
Pull up, bitches break neck, hold up
up on you in a ghost, hold up
Pull up, break bitch's throat, hold up
Niggas think I money rapping but bitch I'm still selling dope
I'm in DC my nigga Lightshow
to Avianne now my fucking ice glow
And I keep a everywhere that I go
I need no fucking shooter, young Savage gon' blow

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

Please hit the lights, that shit is bright
don't hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite
Please don't hit the lights, on the seat inside
don't 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, they 'round here with they tail out
Ain't eyeballing shit, I whip this motherfucking out
I thank god for rap but I'm a motherfucking god
Lot of down so my first speed dial is my strap guy
I didn't go to college, I rap automatics, cap
Finna pull up really really like a capper
We get product and we split that shit up a hot pie
My bitch like to cook, hope she put in the potpie
AR-15 bullet the same length as a hot fry
Wore that own designer bag like a fly guy

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