LP Rambo - Lights Out lyrics
[LP Rambo - Lights Out lyrics]
Diamonds hitting from afar, and it's water
Lighthouse mama whooped my ass she said I
Smell that weed in my house
I get blue and only 50s then
It's green and I bounce
I got 50 in the sticky
We could turn your lights out
I got 50 pretty bitches wanna
Spend the night now
They feet ain't touching by house
But they could catch a night out
I know shooters in your state no
I don't need to fly out
She a certified hoe her shit
Higher than my count
Rick and Morty ray gun on me
Have you ever felt a 40?
Keep them fucking backwoods rolling
Going going till i'm gone and
Catch a nigga by his lonely
I ain't sweat him knew he phony
Inspector Gadget toolies on me
Yea they call me foolie homie
Cause i'll really do it bitch
I really been through it bitch
Where you find that cooling kit god
Damn yall on some newer shit
We ain't tryna boom this bitch
So when we walk in cool it quick
Told her I don't want her drip
That's just incased she roofied it
You do anything for clout thats why
Your checking stay the same amount
10 toes ain't no laying me down
I'm touching her soft i'm playing around
This is a a drum we spraying a town
On bro no one making it out
Niggas been trash we taking 'em out
Niggas need naps we laying 'em down
Diamonds hitting from afar, and it's water
Lighthouse mama whooped my ass she said I
Smell that weed in my house
I get blue and only 50s then
It's green and I bounce
I got 50 in the sticky
We could turn your lights out
I got 50 pretty bitches wanna
Spend the night now
They feet ain't touching by house
But they could catch a night out
I know shooters in your state no
I don't need to fly out
She a certified hoe her shit
Higher than my count
Lighthouse mama whooped my ass she said I
Smell that weed in my house
I get blue and only 50s then
It's green and I bounce
I got 50 in the sticky
We could turn your lights out
I got 50 pretty bitches wanna
Spend the night now
They feet ain't touching by house
But they could catch a night out
I know shooters in your state no
I don't need to fly out
She a certified hoe her shit
Higher than my count
Rick and Morty ray gun on me
Have you ever felt a 40?
Keep them fucking backwoods rolling
Going going till i'm gone and
Catch a nigga by his lonely
I ain't sweat him knew he phony
Inspector Gadget toolies on me
Yea they call me foolie homie
Cause i'll really do it bitch
I really been through it bitch
Where you find that cooling kit god
Damn yall on some newer shit
We ain't tryna boom this bitch
So when we walk in cool it quick
Told her I don't want her drip
That's just incased she roofied it
You do anything for clout thats why
Your checking stay the same amount
10 toes ain't no laying me down
I'm touching her soft i'm playing around
This is a a drum we spraying a town
On bro no one making it out
Niggas been trash we taking 'em out
Niggas need naps we laying 'em down
Diamonds hitting from afar, and it's water
Lighthouse mama whooped my ass she said I
Smell that weed in my house
I get blue and only 50s then
It's green and I bounce
I got 50 in the sticky
We could turn your lights out
I got 50 pretty bitches wanna
Spend the night now
They feet ain't touching by house
But they could catch a night out
I know shooters in your state no
I don't need to fly out
She a certified hoe her shit
Higher than my count