Light It Up
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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