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Ah yo! Big lights on Paparazz (Ok, wait) I pull up in this mafucka with the entourage Wrist on Häagen-Dazs (Ok, wait) If you ain't wit us, then you end up on the choppin' block (Ok, wait) She a go Shot-for-shot I know that ass gon' drop like a sake bomb (Ok, wait) Light bright chakura And I be hanging on the wall like a Basquiat You got issues, I got mine I black out to feel alive Back up off me, bitch I'm fried Bust some shots off, let em fly G-Star flex up on my fits I can't help the way I drip I ain't chose this way to live It chose me and now I'm lit Big bank, takin' lil bank roll (What?) Say she let me hit it on tape tho (What?) And i got strippers on payroll (What?) Venmo, Paypal, Peso (What?) Stackin' them bricks Out in the field i'm the captain and shit And its LIT Whole clique here, I might let it rip! Just check this Just check this Big bank, takin' lil bank roll (What?) Say she let me hit it on tape tho (What?) And i got strippers on payroll (What?) Venmo, Paypal, Peso (What?) Stackin' them bricks Out in the field i'm the captain and shit And its LIT Whole clique here, I might let it rip! Just check this Just check this Ultralights I need it ultra bright You bring me hope when I I lose control tonight Ultralights I need it ultra bright Mix up the potion right Baby you're ultra bright I know you are Big lights on Papparazz I pull up in this mafuckka with the entourage (Ok, wait) Wrist on Häagen-Dazs If you ain't wit us, then you end up on the choppin' block (Ok, wait) She a go Shot-for-shot I know that ass gon' drop like a sake bomb (Ok, wait) Light bright chakura Light bright chakura And I be hanging on the wall like a Basquiat You got issues, I got mine I black out to feel alive Back up off me, bitch I'm fried Bust some shots off, let em fly G-Star flex up on my fits I can't help the way I drip I ain't chose this way to live It chose me and now I'm lit Big bank, takin' lil bank roll (What?) Say she let me hit it on tape tho (What?) And i got strippers on payroll (What?) Venmo, Paypal, Peso (What?) Stackin' them bricks Out in the field i'm the captain and shit And its LIT Whole clique here, I might let it rip! Just check this Just check this
Writer(s): John Dahlback, Nick L. Van De Wall, Christopher Lunde, Niklas Lunde, Randolph Newman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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