Marjety, Lawsy - Lighter lyrics
[Marjety, Lawsy - Lighter lyrics]
(Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
Pablo, how you do it?
I'm a boss seat in this bitch
So don't get fired up (Fire)
No, I don't care about no bitch
She won't get five bucks (Hey)
I got 223's, I'm not a fighter
(Boom, boom, boom)
Rise up, put your fire up to the sky, yeah
(Bitch, bitch)
Me and Lawsy got like three bad bitches
Just a lineup (Woah)
Gang, we know you ain't gang
Stop throwin' signs up (Gang, gang)
Gang, I put him on a shirt because I slide
Uh (Uh)
Got the pills, got a smoke
Who got a lighter?
I'm a boss seat in this bitch
So don't get fired up (Fire)
No, I don't care about no bitch
She won't get five bucks (Hey)
I got 223's, I'm not a fighter
(Boom, boom, boom)
Rise up, put your fire up to the sky, yeah
(Bitch, bitch)
Put your fire up, but you ain't finna shoot
I was talkin' to a bitch, now hе in a noose
She know I'm a big dog, big ruff
And me and lil' Jеty be
Slidin' out of the roof
And I'm sippin' lean like it's juice
Fuck takin' only one Perc', I take two
Rockin' with the stick, Rick on my shoes
Ayy, I count money and I fuck hoes
I take Xans to pass the
Time when I'm all alone
Don't be sellin' no Percs' on the low
Yeah, I be doin' shit that I can't show
The feds on my ass, they done tapped my phone
And me and Jety, yeah, we up on the road
Was up in the A, now I'm back in the O
I like how she dance she like how I move
Your bitch in my DMs, like damn, she smooth
I pop a Perc' and then I'm like, "Damn
Snooze" can't leave without the damn tool
She said I got hoes, like, "Damn, I do"
Pull up with the Glock like, "Peekaboo"
(yeah) got too many bitches, I can't choose
Mmm, yeah talk that
Mmm, yeah talk, opp
Mmm, la la
Now your bitch gon' pass out on my
Runnin' from the cops, cops
Shootin' at the opps, opps
Pablo, how you do it?
I'm a boss seat in this bitch
So don't get fired up (Fire)
No, I don't care about no bitch
She won't get five bucks (Hey)
I got 223's, I'm not a fighter
(Boom, boom, boom)
Rise up, put your fire up to the sky, yeah
(Bitch, bitch)
Me and Lawsy got like three bad bitches
Just a lineup (Woah)
Gang, we know you ain't gang
Stop throwin' signs up (Gang, gang)
Gang, I put him on a shirt because I slide
Uh (Uh)
Got the pills, got a smoke
Who got a lighter?
I'm a boss seat in this bitch
So don't get fired up (Fire)
No, I don't care about no bitch
She won't get five bucks (Hey)
I got 223's, I'm not a fighter
(Boom, boom, boom)
Rise up, put your fire up to the sky, yeah
(Bitch, bitch)
Put your fire up, but you ain't finna shoot
I was talkin' to a bitch, now hе in a noose
She know I'm a big dog, big ruff
And me and lil' Jеty be
Slidin' out of the roof
And I'm sippin' lean like it's juice
Fuck takin' only one Perc', I take two
Rockin' with the stick, Rick on my shoes
Ayy, I count money and I fuck hoes
I take Xans to pass the
Time when I'm all alone
Don't be sellin' no Percs' on the low
Yeah, I be doin' shit that I can't show
The feds on my ass, they done tapped my phone
And me and Jety, yeah, we up on the road
Was up in the A, now I'm back in the O
I like how she dance she like how I move
Your bitch in my DMs, like damn, she smooth
I pop a Perc' and then I'm like, "Damn
Snooze" can't leave without the damn tool
She said I got hoes, like, "Damn, I do"
Pull up with the Glock like, "Peekaboo"
(yeah) got too many bitches, I can't choose
Mmm, yeah talk that
Mmm, yeah talk, opp
Mmm, la la
Now your bitch gon' pass out on my
Runnin' from the cops, cops
Shootin' at the opps, opps