Lyrics Edison - Nilla Allin

(Shinin' on bitches
Aye
Aye
Shinin' on bitches
What we do though?
Yuh)

Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches
Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches

These bitches so boring, I'm snoring
Pull up in that foreign
Stay fly like I'm soaring, it's regular
Ain't no competitors
Ain't no comparison
Shining on bitches like Edison
Hoe I'm a star-bucks
Get me a venti
1-10, bitch I'm a 50
1942 got me litty
I'm tipsy as hell. Might fuck around, throw you some change
Nilla's the name
Driving them crazy, Insane
I don't do shit for the fame
I just need the chips
Look at the fit
Ugh. All these lil boys on my di-
Dip low
My Pockets on swole
Yeah they been hitting the gym
I cut him off like a trim
I need a trim
You niggas more cap than a brim
Bitch don't want smoke with the chimney
I'm so fresh, white tee
Sugar, honey, ice, tea
You don't wanna try me
I make em fall to they knees, ouch
Get what I want, then bounce
This aint playboi carti
But I'll poke it out
Watch ya mouth
I came through rocking that drip, now these little hoes in a drought
Check me out
You know I'm reppin the west but still got some hoes in the south
Check it out
I might just go to the north just to see what it's about
Hell yeah
Shining on bitches
Hell yeah
If you shining on bitches say
Hell yeah

Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches
Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches like Edison
Shinin' on bitches