Light It Up

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Gtp Banks

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Set that bitch on fire light it up an watch it burn away
I been on my grind an I been thuggin since them early days
Tell my momma sorry I might not be coming home today
But I tell her that I love her catch me at them pearly gates
All I do is smoke on bubba rollin up exotic pack
Don't try to keep up wit my motion give ya self a heart attack
I ran me up a dub spent that shit an then I made it back
Won't trip about a fumble feel like Brady I'm the quarterback

Lil bitch tell me drop location tell her I ain't goin
Ya I flooded out my necklace got me feelin like it's snowin
Said I took that lil boy bitch an I swear I had her blowin
Said she love how I be swaggin an she love how I be flowin
If you can't take the heat do ya self a favor stay up out the kitchen
Movin like a zombie on that wocky I been codeine sippin
Momma tell me chill out wit that purple drank Im reminiscing
Need me a lil bad hoe wit a body so I'm goin fishin
Don't forget who started this shit know dat I'm still takin over
We been pushin super weight  I need me that all white new rover
All my opps so broke n they on shit they be needin closure
Try to keep it cool if they want smoke say we ain't playin kosher
You ain't touched a honey bun can't get around my fuckin gang
Came up out the jungle ima demon really put in pain
Grab a bowl n make it disappear I feel like David Blaine
Ya man bitch wanna lick up ona rapper call me candy cane
This shit ain't for show I'll really teach you how to run it up
PUA been over said yall lil boys lookin dumb as f*ck
If she got a big ole ass I f*ck around n rubber up
She think we got relations said that lil bitch sounding dumb as f*ck
(Yeh said that lil bitch sounding dumb as f*ck)
(Think we got relations said that lil bitch sounding dumb as f*ck)
(Then I f*ck around and rubber up)
(She think we got relations)
(Yeh)

I got a question if you ain't talkin paper you can't get up in my section
We only speakin business come an get ya self a lesson
You needa hit that church all that snitchin n confessing
Can tell that I got money now she love the way I'm dressing
Switching up my whips like I be switchin up my clothes
You tell what you need can get you highs can get you lows
Since youngin been a problem I been dreamin bout that rolls
I know im finna get it I can feel it in my toes
Getting money fuckin bitches that's the only thing that goes
We ain't beefin wit no goofies we ain't beefin wit hoes
Made a promise to my mama ya I know im finna prosper
Turn his brain into some noodles turn his brain into some pasta
Burnt a hole up in my lungs I be chiefin like a rasta
I go hard up in that paint got me feelin like I'm flakka
An we tryna chalk em out ya that choppa it go Blakka
(BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH)
(Yeh we gon set that bitch on fire)
(Yeh watch it burn away)
(Yeh watch it burn away)

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