Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 25 Lighters (feat. DJ DMD & Lil Keke), artist - Fat Pat.
Date of issue: 19.02.2001
Song language: English
25 Lighters (feat. DJ DMD & Lil Keke) |
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
I gots to get paid |
We’ve got 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir |
Gots to get paid |
I got 25 lighters for my 25 foes |
'Bout to break the mic then break 25 mo' |
'Bout to rip the track wit 'bout 25 flows |
And I’m pimpin' like a mac wit' 'bout 25 hoes |
25 five-carat diamonds in my ring |
25 12s in the trunk, got to bang |
Make moves to make a quick 25 mill' |
Come up so I can knock off big nine-nine Seville |
'Bout to take me 'bout 25 yellowbones home |
Do 'em bad and make 'em 25 phone home |
Call daddy, tell him 25 got to go |
DMD done put it down, 25 out the door |
Hittin' the highway, doin' 25 shows |
25 limos slammin' 25 doors |
Representin' fo' those holdin' 25 screws in they deck |
I’ma wreck and rip 25 crews quick |
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
I gots to get paid |
We’ve got 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir |
Gots to get paid (Love it man) |
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
I gots to get paid |
We’ve got 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir |
Gots to get paid |
I jumps up early and I yawns and stretch |
Another day, another dollar, 'nother case to get |
I take my time and realize that this game is real |
I got my mind on foreign, but I’m swanging bumpa grill |
Gots to act real bad when I close red doors |
I’m shootin' spiders off my rims 'cause I’m ridin' on fours |
And niggas don’t understand that we be drinkin' the norm |
Never trust broads, they’re frauds |
On the 'vard is where I slang when I claim my name |
Back in the game Herschelwood, Texas regained |
It’s the nine-eight and I’m jumpin in the mix |
Rocks up on my wrists and got haters on my list |
How ya like me now? |
'Cause I’m real |
Comin' down piece and chain four shiny grills |
Gots to bring hat, where them boys at? |
Fixin' to wreck the mic down it’s that Fat Pat |
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
I gots to get paid |
We’ve got 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir |
Gots to get paid (Love it man) |
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
I gots to get paid |
We’ve got 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir |
Gots to get paid |
I’m so throwed in the game |
Southside playas, screwed up click mayne |
Wit the Botany set you can bet them smoove as a 'vette |
Comin' through this motherfucker man, hold up it’s lit |
Some niggas catch me high like that |
And some niggas act like they wanna pull a gat |
But they betta watch out for the boy P-A-T |
Ask them motherfuckin' haters can they handle me |
'Cause I be so throwed in this game |
Comin' down on the swang |
Grip wood grain, on the shirt I leave a stain |
'Cause you tryna jack a real true G |
Comin' down the boulevard, can ya see me |
Swang and I swang and I swang to the left |
Pop my trunk and yep yep yep |
Niggas betta see a nigga roll |
Starched down and I’m rollin on 84s |
It’s the nigga F-A-T represent the clique |
Right up in the bowl and a whole lotta shit |
You betta look around 'cause they don’t understand it |
I’ma say, «Hold up!» |
and scream, «God dammit!» |
'Cause I’ma let the gat gone grip and gone take a trip |
And if it’s empty clip just throw it off the ship |
'Cause it’s a throwaway gat |
It’s that Fat Pat, where them haters at, where them haters at |
Man love it man |
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
I gots to get paid |
We’ve got 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir |
Gots to get paid (Love it man) |
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
I gots to get paid |
We’ve got 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir |
Gots to get paid (Love it man) |
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
I gots to get paid |
We’ve got 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir |
Gots to get paid (Love it man) |
That’s how we do it, DMD, Keke, Fat Pat |
Gs in PA, Gs in the city, Gs in the South so real |
Gs in PA, Gs in the city, Gs in the South so real |