Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Light Up, artist - Ghetts. Album song Momentum 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Light Up |
| She wanna play games with me |
| Fuck that, I ain’t picking up a joypad |
| How dare man ask me if I beat |
| I might say no but know a nigga destroyed that |
| Ooh, I’m annoyed that man even doubted me |
| How many girls have I drawn? |
| Including her, that are blatantly out of my league |
| If I’m your wingman, you can count on me |
| Them man are in the friendzone, me? |
| I’m in the open your legs zone |
| You’re on the red? |
| Still give me head though |
| Darkskin dick and a red bone |
| Before I head home, oh, she want Ghetts? |
| I guess so |
| Or does she want Ghetts or Ghetto? |
| AKA Lorenzo |
| Blacker than Kenco, my own music in my headphones, zoning |
| I tell man stop gassing up the lighties |
| Cause I’d have thinked they ain’t black enough to like me |
| I demonstrate, I’m a heavyweight |
| Them can’t take to something lightly |
| Remember Jane? |
| Plain Jane? |
| Who’d you think gave her a whole 'nother stylee? |
| My man said to me «that's my girl, fam» |
| I asked him why the fuck she beside me |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| I’m fully, I’m crudding |
| I’m still on the crud, turn down for what? |
| They hate when I’m hot |
| So I’m back on my cold shit, tell 'em what’s up |
| I’m about to fuck shit up |
| Anyone talk shit, I’mma fuck them up |
| Whether bars or physical |
| I’m good with my hands and I’m lyrical |
| Don’t cross me, that’s a warning |
| Look, I’ve been going hard from morning |
| Bad bitch got her mouth on my D |
| And that’s a head start to my morning |
| You can’t kill my vibe, darg |
| You can’t take my stripes, darg |
| And you can say what you like, but I don’t really care |
| I’mma do what I like, darg, and you know me |
| I don’t really trap no more |
| I don’t have to clap no more |
| I be getting money off tours |
| And I’ve got real goons that’ll ride for sure |
| I’m a general, five stars on my shoulder |
| Salute me when I show up |
| Or get shown up when my soldiers roll up |
| I say the word and they go nuts |
| On a mad ting, long arms like Dhalsim |
| And they spray like fountains |
| Do you want that? |
| Nah, you don’t really want that |
| You ain’t built for the combat, boy |
| Show me respect and I’m irie |
| I don’t really take threats lightly |
| I’m fully on getting this money |
| But I can flip mode if a pussy wan' try me, let’s go |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| She came in the dawn and she left in the dusk |
| Kicked rocks, now she gotta leave in a huff |
| Thought she was fancy, thought she was rough |
| Just one of the many on the belly I buss |
| Let me tell you 'bout the story of a girl on a bus |
| M25, I should keep it on the hush |
| But she rubbed me to the point I don’t give a fuck |
| Now her business is out there and I don’t give a fuck |
| Nerve of this girl, she ain’t nothing but a mincer |
| Gassed up, 20k on the Insta |
| Search for the validation would not have missed her |
| So I fucked her and then I did her sister |
| True stories, never ever did I kiss her |
| Dutty gyal, OK, I maybe went Bicester |
| Circled around one time on a road trip |
| Came back, but there’s nothing more for the picture |
| No story, matter of fact, she was boring |
| Not for me, I never gave her the attention she used to |
| Only gave her extension for the fu-fu |
| Did I mention this game here I ain’t new to? |
| I spurred her down like a boo-boo |
| Thought I was an African don with African songs |
| But this Afrobeat, she weren’t used to |
| I beat out her belly like a new you |
| Epic, this one deserves a bluku |
| Her head span, it was cuckoo |
| No time for head raps, dead that, lift up the tutu |
| Connect that like it’s Bluetooth |
| Now all I’m seeing is her head back, boarding my choo choo |
| I’m looking at her like «who you getting rude to?» |
| Now you getting moved too |
| I swear down, the last time the girl said she’s on her su woo |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |
| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song |
| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |