| A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
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| I’ve got a feeling 'bout this one, and we still young, you know
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| I’m breathin' fire in your club
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| It’s not my fault if your hearts grown cold
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| It’s not my fault if your hearts grown cold
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| New Hermes duffle bags
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| On the plane, see the sky through a little glass
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| 20 hour flight, never jet-lagged
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| Sipping white wine, watching the sunset
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| Real love this close? |
| I ain’t never had
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| Sitting with you all day til the night pass
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| Damn, I ain’t trying to fight that
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| But if we fall too fast, will the feeling last?
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| Now I’m lookin' over my shoulder, shoulder
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| Champagne, good dimes and good times, and now it’s all over
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| But can’t blame me for all that
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| You was bright, now your heart all black
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| Try to outshine the good with the bad
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| You a cold motherfucker, I ain’t mad at you
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| Still shinin'
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| You gettin' old and your heart turn cold
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| Time-line froze, mad at the world cause you lived your life, but this the
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| Life that we chose
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| Lights on the road for the nicest road, I mean long-ass flights for these
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| Hoes
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| But we don’t crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life
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| Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga live yo life
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| Ass nigga, you cook it with no spice
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| Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like
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| Hit her with that dope dick, now she’s a dope fiend
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| And king, I’m lookin' for a dope queen
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| Uh, first thing baby: I’m ready to rock
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| Baby car goes high, man smash
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| Me does, Millz, Tyga, we give 'em the chills (Millz-y)
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| Keep riders, get birth control pills
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| Uh, young money, bright lights
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| Lord knows I live for these nights
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| You’re damn right, I’mma sip champagne 'till it burn my side
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| To the front, like Jeter
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| My diamonds ain’t fierce like an episode of cheetahs, jesus
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| Mouth jewelry, loud speakers
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| Blowin' loud weed with some loud divas
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| Uh, it’s that summertime, money time
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| Gonna rhyme good time, when I’m done giving mine
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| Brown smoke, white engine out the silly lines
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| Pretty toes hangin' out the window to the finish line
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| Spikes pokin' out my kicks like a porcupine
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| Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, fall in line
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| Uptown dog, straight up from the south Bronx
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| How in Miami, Khaled outcome
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| You made us, they hate us, just to say the latest
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| Life nothin' like a movie, I just date a
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| Remember it was hard trying to page wagers
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| Nice spittin' hard rhymes on the main stages
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| Independent, yeah I told 'em major later
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| We some independent niggas gettin' major paper
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| Shout to 'em, Stunna, Slim, Mack
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| We play for keep, so how we gon' give up that?
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| YMCMB, lights, camera, action! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Million Lights , by - DJ Khaled. Song from the album We The Best Forever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп