| Usually niggas make a sad song when they lose somebody
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| I’ma turn up for you
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| You know Courville, it ain’t too far from Whittier
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| You feel me? |
| (Joey)
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| Free them boys, yeah
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| Ayy, coupes for the summer, nine hundred for the runners
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| Catch a bitch stealin' plays, I’ma punt her
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| Yeah, my niggas back, bitch, I’m still into frontin'
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| Yeah, my youngins strapped, throw a couple in her bundle
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| Ain’t no hoes gettin' spared, Golden Sun for the kit
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| All the polos came from meds, I got brothers in the feds
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| I got niggas doin' life
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| Sent a couple down in Houston, Joe, but they ain’t movin' pints
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| Thirty-five a pound of ice, nigga, light this bitch up
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| Heard a nigga hatin' on me, I’ll wipe his bitch buffs
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| Pay that ho to suck dick, bro, don’t like how she fuck
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| If she ain’t switchin', I ain’t with it
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| Heard he snitchin', but he ain’t livin'
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| That’s on my nigga
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| Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features
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| If she ain’t suckin' dick, baby, I’m gone, but nice to meet you
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| Bitch, the whole team ballin', used to sit inside the bleachers
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| They kicked me out of school, I was tryna serve the teachers
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up (Ayy, coach me, Joey)
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| I’ll light this bitch up like it’s Christmas time (Light it up)
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| Had a couple million dollars 'fore I spit a rhyme (Facts)
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| Had a couple Rollies blown 'fore they knew the time (Blown)
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| I just put it on a bag, I don’t know the time (Don't know it)
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| Bitch, you must like when you struggle
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| The prices goin' up, shit, I like it when I double
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| If you trickin', we can juggle on the prices for the summer
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| Imagine flying coach, bitch, you used to be a stuffer (Bitch)
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| Left wrist is froze up, all white, my rose buffs
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| They can’t control us, big Benz and Rolls trucks
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| Huh, spend a million on a crib
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| If a nigga talk crazy, we gon' pop up where he live (Bitch)
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| Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features
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| If she ain’t suckin' dick, baby, I’m gone, but nice to meet you
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| Bitch, the whole team ballin', used to sit inside the bleachers
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| They kicked me out of school, I was tryna serve the teachers
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up (Ayy)
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| Longsleeves for the winter, eleven hundred just on dinner
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| You gon' cuff? |
| (What you gon' do?), I’ma spin her (Yeah)
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| Tell her fuck one of my niggas, we don’t trust none of these bitches
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| Put my trust inside this pistol, we gon' bust one of you niggas (Bitch)
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| Ayy, ain’t gotta wait, you know we got the cake (Talk to 'em)
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| I get one-twenty every day, my plug named Dr. Dre
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| Bitch, you can hear a pin drop when I cop the K (We solid)
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| I’m sendin' niggas to the stars, and I ain’t got a Wraith (We outta there)
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| But this Benz got two seats and it ain’t got no plates (Come on)
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| They both friends, they two freaks, and they ain’t got no waist (I love you)
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| Don’t do Xans, off two P’s, I think I’m outer space (Yeah)
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| Rockin' Chanel, that’s two C’s, we rollin' anyway
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| Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features
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| If she ain’t suckin' dick, baby, I’m gone, but nice to meet you
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| Bitch, the whole team ballin', used to sit inside the bleachers
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| They kicked me out of school, I was tryna serve the teachers
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up
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| We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Light This Bitch Up , by - 42 Dugg. Song from the album Young & Turnt 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп