Travis Mills - Lightweight lyrics
[Travis Mills - Lightweight lyrics]
Go can't nobody pimp me?
Neighbors home
I'm fucking while they listening
Black girls and siblings
I got a thing for sisters, you with me?
Yeah, I'm high as a bitch
Pull the sheets off the bed
She goes ride the dick
And I really gotta ask
Is there flash on the camera?
Cause your face from California
But, your ass from Atlanta oh
First time, she was gaspin forever
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever uh
Put it on your tongue, taste that
And lemme get it from the back, take that
And you ain't gotta be shy
When the video leaking
You know the critics gon' rate that
Yeah do that shit said ya man hold it down
Better move that shit go!
Seven grams in a blunt it's lightweight
Every day I double cup it's lightweight
Your girl wanna fuck it's lightweight
When you see me in the club, you might hate
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
I'm having sex in the city, Carrie Bradshaw
Motherfucker, I see the same
Pussy your dad saw
Yeah, I'm official like a gun
And a badge drawn
And gettin paid while I fuck
Em with my vans on
She ain't a bitch like a lunchin
But she a pro
She don't even need instructions
Light another one, ' before the blunt ends
I want you, you want her
And your drunk friend
I wake up with no pants on
Ménage à trois in Paris
Yeah, I had to get my France on
And then I let her get her dance on
She let me bust on her face when her man gone
And she love to do gymnastics
So I tell her to come over and we practice
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Where the money at? Hit the lotto, girl
Where the money at? Hit the lotto, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
She a motherfuckin' ligthweight
It's all motherfuckin' lightweight
Neighbors home
I'm fucking while they listening
Black girls and siblings
I got a thing for sisters, you with me?
Yeah, I'm high as a bitch
Pull the sheets off the bed
She goes ride the dick
And I really gotta ask
Is there flash on the camera?
Cause your face from California
But, your ass from Atlanta oh
First time, she was gaspin forever
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever uh
Put it on your tongue, taste that
And lemme get it from the back, take that
And you ain't gotta be shy
When the video leaking
You know the critics gon' rate that
Yeah do that shit said ya man hold it down
Better move that shit go!
Seven grams in a blunt it's lightweight
Every day I double cup it's lightweight
Your girl wanna fuck it's lightweight
When you see me in the club, you might hate
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
It's lightweight, lightweight
I'm having sex in the city, Carrie Bradshaw
Motherfucker, I see the same
Pussy your dad saw
Yeah, I'm official like a gun
And a badge drawn
And gettin paid while I fuck
Em with my vans on
She ain't a bitch like a lunchin
But she a pro
She don't even need instructions
Light another one, ' before the blunt ends
I want you, you want her
And your drunk friend
I wake up with no pants on
Ménage à trois in Paris
Yeah, I had to get my France on
And then I let her get her dance on
She let me bust on her face when her man gone
And she love to do gymnastics
So I tell her to come over and we practice
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Where the money at? Hit the lotto, girl
Where the money at? Hit the lotto, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
She a motherfuckin' ligthweight
It's all motherfuckin' lightweight