42 Dugg, Coach Joey, Baby Money - Light This Bitch Up lyrics

(Coach me, Joey)
Ayy, RIP my nigga Luke, man (Jose the Plug)
Usually niggas make a
Sad song when they lose somebody
I'ma turn up for you you know Courville
It ain't too far from Whittier
You feel me? (Joey) free them boys, yeah

Ayy, coupes for the summer
Nine hundred for the runners
Catch a bitch stealin' plays, I'ma punt her
Yeah, my niggas back, bitch
I'm still into frontin'
Yeah, my youngins strapped
Throw a couple in her bundle
Ain't no hoes gettin' spared
Golden Sun for the kit
All the polos came from meds
I got brothers in the feds
I got niggas doin' life
Sent a couple down in Houston, Joe
But they ain't movin' pints
Thirty-five a pound of ice, nigga
Light this bitch up
Heard a nigga hatin' on me
I'll wipe his bitch buffs
Pay that ho to suck dick, bro
Don't like how she fuck
If she ain't switchin', I ain't with it
Heard he snitchin', but he ain't livin'
That's on my nigga

Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features
If she ain't suckin' dick, baby, I'm gone
But nice to meet you
Bitch, the whole team ballin'
Used to sit inside the bleachers
They kicked me out of school
I was tryna serve the teachers
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up
(Ayy, coach me, Joey)

I'll light this bitch up
Like it's Christmas time (Light it up)
Had a couple million dollars 'fore
I spit a rhyme (Facts)
Had a couple Rollies blown 'fore
They knew the time (Blown)
I just put it on a bag, I don't know the time
(Don't know it)
Bitch, you must like when you struggle
The prices goin' up, shit
I like it when I double if you trickin'
We can juggle on the prices for the summer
Imagine flying coach, bitch
You used to be a stuffer (Bitch)
Left wrist is froze up, all white
My rose buffs they can't control us
Big Benz and Rolls trucks
Huh, spend a million on a crib
If a nigga talk crazy
We gon' pop up where he live (Bitch)

Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features
If she ain't suckin' dick, baby, I'm gone
But nice to meet you
Bitch, the whole team ballin'
Used to sit inside the bleachers
They kicked me out of school
I was tryna serve the teachers
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up (Ayy)

Longsleeves for the winter
Eleven hundred just on dinner you gon' cuff?
(What you gon' do?) , I'ma spin her (yeah)
Tell her fuck one of my niggas
We don't trust none of these bitches
Put my trust inside this pistol
We gon' bust one of you niggas (Bitch)
Ayy, ain't gotta wait
You know we got the cake (Talk to 'em)
I get one-twenty every day
My plug named Dr dre
Bitch, you can hear a pin drop
When I cop the K (We solid)
I'm sendin' niggas to the stars
And I ain't got a Wraith (We outta there)
But this Benz got two seats and
It ain't got no plates (Come on)
They both friends, they two freaks
And they ain't got no waist (I love you)
Don't do Xans, off two P's
I think I'm outer space (yeah)
Rockin' Chanel, that's two C's
We rollin' anyway

Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features
If she ain't suckin' dick, baby, I'm gone
But nice to meet you
Bitch, the whole team ballin'
Used to sit inside the bleachers
They kicked me out of school
I was tryna serve the teachers
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up
We'll light this bitch up
I'll light this bitch up