Jay Critch, Skillibeng - Lights lyrics

Jay Critch [Jason Critchlow] Brooklyn, NY. U.S.

[Jay Critch, Skillibeng - Lights lyrics]

(C C Cozier) ayy hood Fave talk Money global
Ayy skilli, what the fuck is up? Hey

Uh, pour it out like mattress
Glock with a stick, make the boy do backflips
Clean money
And it's dirty money in the trap shit
(Jugg, jugg)
Nigga playing 'round with the math
Get subtracted
Bad bitch, I pay for her hair and her lashes
Shooters spin your block, hit you up
Get lacious
Jumping out the whip like lights, camera
Action gotta keep a clip, if it's smoke
Then it's ashes

Come hit a lick, stretch like gymnastics
I used to go have to steal, I got past it
Send out the packs and they
Came with the tracking
Shooters start searching
The shooters gon' track him
Feel like Usain, nigga been doing laps on
I ran it up, it's a whole lot of racks on
That pussy wet
She gon' go throw it back for me
I need the jet and I need the Maybach for me

Pour it out like mattress
Glock with a stick, make the boy do backflips
Clean money
And it's dirty money in the trap shit
(Jugg, jugg)
Nigga playing 'round with the math
Get subtracted
Bad bitch, I pay for her hair and her lashes
Shooters spin your block, hit you up
Get lacious
Jumping out the whip like lights, camera
Action gotta keep a clip, if it's smoke
Then it's ashes

Mmm, mi fuck 'round wid di badness
Nyam dem Chinese food wid di chopstick
Dem a walking dead, dem a zombie
From deh ramp wid di gang, dem a vanquish
Shoob e gun inna yah face, ah mi knock six
Yah man, east side full ah gun like Nazis
Man ah dine inna mi place, anuh chatting
Yell an ah walk pon di road wid di damage
Mi will tek off yah head like panty
Unuh ah guh bad pon di gram, double tap ting
Bwoy coulda full ah cheese like sandwich
Fam, mi seh people fi dead, deh nuh mad ting
Mi touch e road wid di Forty
Circle them in wid di smoke like chalice
Shotta guh dung inna throat like chocolate
Brand new body fi e feds dem a mawnin'

Uh, pour it out like mattress
Glock with a stick, make the boy do backflips
Clean money
And it's dirty money in the trap shit
(Jugg, jugg)
Nigga playing 'round with the math
Get subtracted
Bad bitch, I pay for her hair and her lashes
Shooters spin your block, hit you up
Get lacious
Jumping out the whip like lights, camera
Action gotta keep a clip, if it's smoke
Then it's ashes (Boom)

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