paroles de chanson Lights (feat. Bolo) - MK47

Bolo with me she totin the sitchy
ANTI pull up he loadin the blicky
Yea they know who controllin the city
If he runnin up Malachi throwin 50
And I know that the opps aint happy
Cuz they know bro be totin on Sally
She a slut, yea Im callin her Abbie
Ya bro aint bout nun, you aint no baddie
These bitches be mixy, opp shit
Your baby mama really be on sum thot shit
Bro hop out the V and he flock it
Get, in ya noggin you think you on hots bitch
Yea Im goin retarded like Josh bitch
Step in the function turn that to a moshpit
Cant stuff anymore in my pockets
Bro ootin like Harden he play with them rockets
Like what? like what?
Smokin on Wooski, put him in a blunt
Like what? like what?
If we see Taz in person, turn him into Runtz
Light Xander up right in front of his son
Bullets gon scorch Quan like the sun
Brodie be droppin bodies just for fun
If we see em in person you know that they run
Im bound to get to money like Kanye
Like Fetty, these bitches come my way
Im bout to be known round the tri state
Fuck Brett, that bitch is a light weight
The grind dont stop, never settle
Always busy, I keep me a schedule
Bro stay with the heat like metal
Fuck Taz you aint even on my level
Ayo Tessa, suck my dick
Ayo Abbie, suck my dick
Dont run, dont trip, dont run, dont trip, thats a new opp packed in a spliff
Im with Bolo, you know he be totin 50
If Im on a mission, Bolo goin with me
Hit em, leave em crippled like a rollin 60
I was on my own had no one with me

Huh?
Like what?
N****, I had nobody with me
Slide on your block and I go and shoot 50
Like DC The Don, now come make a movie with me
He say he a ooter
But run it like Ricky
Im too reckless, I do the drill on a scooter
Fuck around, this n**** a bitch, he a poodle
The opps be some fans, they watch how I maneuver
Like glah, glah
Why the fuck he keep on runnin?
Ima just go ahead and keep on dumpin
If I aint got a knock, me and MK jump him
Came up from nothin to somethin
I know your bitch, I dont make assumptions
His bitch up in my crib, she suckin and fuckin
I got a paper cut from all these hunnids Im thumbin
Pass me the blick and Im drummin
Left his body on the ground and that shit got to stuckin
Hit em so hard, its disgustin
Hit him in his top, but I aint give him no concussion
Diss on my mans and Im comin
Slide in a V with my n**** Rizzy, thats my bousin
Think you gon off one, n**** you really dumb then
Too many knocks, bullet holes, end of discussion