Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lights, artist - Jay Critch. Date of issue: 05.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lights |
| Ayy |
| Hood Fave |
| Talk Money global |
| Ayy |
| Skilli, what the fuck is up? |
| Hey |
| Uh, pour it out like mattress |
| Glock with a stick, make the boy do backflips |
| Clean money, and it’s dirty money in the trap shit (Jugg, jugg) |
| Nigga playing 'round with the math, get subtracted |
| Bad bitch, I pay for her hair and her lashes |
| Shooters spin your block, hit you up, get lacious |
| Jumping out the whip like lights, camera, action |
| Gotta keep a clip, if it’s smoke, then it’s ashes |
| Come hit a lick, stretch like gymnastics |
| I used to go have to steal, I got past it |
| Send out the packs and they came with the tracking |
| Shooters start searching, the shooters gon' track him |
| Feel like Usain, nigga been doing laps on |
| I ran it up, it’s a whole lot of racks on |
| That pussy wet, she gon' go throw it back for me |
| I need the jet and I need the Maybach for me |
| Pour it out like mattress |
| Glock with a stick, make the boy do backflips |
| Clean money, and it’s dirty money in the trap shit (Jugg, jugg) |
| Nigga playing 'round with the math, get subtracted |
| Bad bitch, I pay for her hair and her lashes |
| Shooters spin your block, hit you up, get lacious |
| Jumping out the whip like lights, camera, action |
| Gotta keep a clip, if it’s smoke, then it’s ashes |
| Mmm, mi fuck 'round wid di badness |
| Nyam dem Chinese food wid di chopstick |
| Dem a walking dead, dem a zombie |
| From deh ramp wid di gang, dem a vanquish |
| Shoob e gun inna yah face, ah mi knock six |
| Yah man, east side full ah gun like Nazis |
| Man ah dine inna mi place, anuh chatting |
| Yell an ah walk pon di road wid di damage |
| Mi will tek off yah head like panty |
| Unuh ah guh bad pon di gram, double tap ting |
| Bwoy coulda full ah cheese like sandwich |
| Fam, mi seh people fi dead, deh nuh mad ting |
| Mi touch e road wid di Forty |
| Circle them in wid di smoke like chalice |
| Shotta guh dung inna throat like chocolate |
| Brand new body fi e feds dem a mawnin' |
| Uh, pour it out like mattress |
| Glock with a stick, make the boy do backflips |
| Clean money, and it’s dirty money in the trap shit (Jugg, jugg) |
| Nigga playing 'round with the math, get subtracted |
| Bad bitch, I pay for her hair and her lashes |
| Shooters spin your block, hit you up, get lacious |
| Jumping out the whip like lights, camera, action |
| Gotta keep a clip, if it’s smoke, then it’s ashes (Boom) |