Lyrics Pass Me The Lighter - Lil Duke , Young Thug
Pass
me
that
lighter
I′m
in
dis
bih'
wid
a
well
known
supplier
I
wan′
be
just
like
Michael,
yeah,
Mike
Myers
Your
boyfriend
cannot
see
me
like
a
sniper
I
get
my
kush
and
dopey
off
a
boat
I
swear
to
God,
you
hit
my
kush,
you
choke
My
pockets
look
like
bookies
like
I
spoke
Catch
your
bitch
and
I
make
her
sing
a
note
Start
at
the
bottom,
went
straight
to
the
top
Stop
at
the
middle
and
pick
up
a
knot
Proceed
to
the
top
cause
nigga
you
hot
I
might
give
dis
bih'
whatever
I
got
Yeah
mon,
set
up
a
shop
Yeah
mon,
roll
and
I
stop
Hey
man,
president
watch
Hey
mon,
Ralph
Lauren
socks
Yeah
mon!
Skeet
off
a
rollie,
I
pull
up
on
bae
Mama
ass
so
big
she
taking
up
space,
that
shit
in
the
way
All
of
my
diamonds
they
wet,
I
feel
I
got
'em
out
the
sea
Pull
up
on
shorty
you
know
that
I′m
kicking
the
shit
like
Spike
Lee
I
know
all
about
you
I
know
where
you
be
Break
em′
somethin'
off
proper
If
you
wan′
play
with
me
Where
was
y'all
fuck
nigga
when
I
was
screamin′
out
"Help
me
out!"
Tryin'
to
take
some
now
boy,
you
gon′
hear
about
Leave
you
dead
on
the
couch
with
one
in
yo'
mouth
Put
fifty
thousand
on
your
head
like
a
spouse
Aye,
won't
have
me
when
my
dick
go
"Pow!
Wow!"
And
I
done
poured
a
fo′
of
that
Act′
Then
I
rolled
me
a
blunt
from
that
Pass
me
that
lighter
I'm
in
dis
bih′
wid
a
well
known
supplier
I
wan'
be
just
like
Michael,
yeah,
Mike
Myers
Your
boyfriend
cannot
see
me
like
a
sniper
I
get
my
kush
and
dopey
off
a
boat
I
swear
to
God,
you
hit
my
kush,
you
choke
My
pockets
look
like
bookies
like
I
spoke
Catch
your
bitch
and
I
make
her
sing
a
note
Start
at
the
bottom,
went
straight
to
the
top
Stop
at
the
middle
and
pick
up
a
knot
Proceed
to
the
top
cause
nigga
you
hot
I
might
give
dis
bih′
whatever
I
got
Yeah
mon,
set
up
a
shop
Yeah
mon,
roll
and
I
stop
Hey
man,
president
watch
Hey
mon,
Ralph
Lauren
socks
Yeah
mon!
Pass
me
the
lighter
(Pass
me
the
lighter)
I'm
packing
the
fire
(I′m
packing
the
fire)
Don't
fuck
with
no
liars,
Michelin
all
on
my
tires
I'm
moving
the
chickens
- Mike
Tyson
I′m
burning
these
nigga
like
Niacin
I′m
speeding,
I
don't
have
a
licence
I′m
bombing
like
Jerry,
no
Rice
Shooting
the
clip
but
I
got
me
another
one
Bussing,
you
running
No
coming
No
comment
Came
up
in
trenches
and
nigga
trying
to
turn
a
7 gram
into
a
whole
onion
I
know
the
Birdman,
I
can
get
them
chickens
in
whenever
I
want
Give
me
the
word
man,
I
can
call
up
baby,
I
can
get
them
P's
here
in
the
morning
Pit
in
the
fire,
I′m
spitting
the
fire
I
think
I'm
a
dragon,
I′m
all
on
the
wire
Dressed
to
impress
in
my
Balmain
attire
These
nigga
be
singin'
like
they
in
the
choir
Was
I
gonna
wanna
be
like
Michael,
no
Myers
I
do
not
hang
with
loners,
I
hang
with
buyers
Niggas
steal
something,
his
ass
goin'
in
the
fryer
I
cannot
love
her,
I
can
just
one-night
her
Roll
up
the
weed
then
Pass
me
that
lighter
I′m
in
dis
bih′
wid
a
well
known
supplier
I
wan'
be
just
like
Michael,
yeah,
Mike
Myers
Your
boyfriend
cannot
see
me
like
a
sniper
I
get
my
kush
and
dopey
off
a
boat
I
swear
to
God,
you
hit
my
kush,
you
choke
My
pockets
look
like
bookies
like
I
spoke
Catch
your
bitch
and
I
make
her
sing
a
note
Start
at
the
bottom,
went
straight
to
the
top
Stop
at
the
middle
and
pick
up
a
knot
Proceed
to
the
top
cause
nigga
you
hot
I
might
give
dis
bih′
whatever
I
got
Yeah
mon,
set
up
a
shop
Yeah
mon,
roll
and
I
stop
Hey
man,
president
watch
Hey
mon,
Ralph
Lauren
socks
Yeah
mon
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