Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Need a Lighter, artist - LightshowDate of issue: 25.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Need a Lighter |
| I like my bitches bossy |
| This Lacoste fit, it cost me |
| A couple grammys on me now, I’m tryna get 'em off me |
| I’m tryna get a Grammy |
| And beach house in Miami |
| My bitch might need a Beamer |
| Right now she drive a Camry |
| That hundred round like family |
| I ride around with it |
| Might hit a lick and smoke a pound |
| I’m really down with it |
| If I see them lights flash I’ma down hill it |
| That mean I ain’t stoppin', turn up like I ain’t poppin' |
| Nigga who is you and where you from? |
| you ain’t poppin' |
| Fuck you call this phone for if you ain’t shopping |
| Rather not do club hopping, I like bank hopping |
| Walk out that bitch with them bags like I’m bank robbing |
| Don’t compare us to these niggas cause they ain’t mobbing |
| They starving, bitch I’m cooking like I’m J. Harden |
| Watch young nigga go and get it quick as clay hardens |
| If you ain’t getting digits, nigga say nothing |
| We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters |
| We got army guns like the fucking fighters |
| Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve |
| Talk her out her panties if I say the right words |
| Promise I don’t think I could get any higher |
| Had to write a thank you note to my supplier |
| Please don’t cut them lights on when I’m riding by, sir |
| Please don’t cut them lights on, I am smoking fire |
| Cut the lights on, fuck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit |
| Couple VVS’s on my neck the way my diamonds hit |
| I was 13, robbin' niggas, drinking that brown bitch |
| Riding in a drop with a Glock and a fucking stick |
| VVS all on my neck, hold up |
| 100 round drum in that TEC, hold up |
| Pull up on you in a 'Vette, hold up |
| Pull up, bitches break their neck, hold up |
| Pull up on you in a ghost, hold up |
| Pull up, break your bitch’s throat, hold up |
| Niggas think I make money rapping but bitch I’m still selling dope |
| I’m in DC with my nigga Lightshow |
| Went to Avianne now my fucking ice glow |
| And I keep a pistol everywhere that I go |
| I don’t need no fucking shooter, young Savage gon' blow |
| We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters |
| We got army guns like the fucking fighters |
| Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve |
| Talk her out her panties if I say the right words |
| Promise I don’t think I could get any higher |
| Had to write a thank you note to my supplier |
| Please don’t cut them lights on when I’m riding by, sir |
| Please don’t cut them lights on, I am smoking fire |
| Please don’t hit the lights, that shit is bright |
| Please don’t hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite |
| Please don’t hit the lights, chopper on the seat inside |
| Please don’t hit the lights, I might have to spend the night |
| At the jailhouse, wait inside that bitch 'til I get bailed out |
| Outed by a black cop, damn he a sellout |
| Most these niggas rats, they walkin' 'round here with they tail out |
| Ain’t eyeballing shit, I whip this motherfucking scale out |
| I thank god for rap but I’m a motherfucking trap god |
| Lot of niggas down so my first speed dial is my strap guy |
| I didn’t go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys |
| Finna pull up really really deep like a capper |
| We get product and we split that shit up like a hot pie |
| My bitch like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie |
| AR-15 bullet 'bout the same length as a hot fry |
| Wore that bitch’s own designer bag like a fly guy |
| We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters |
| We got army guns like the fucking fighters |
| Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve |
| Talk her out her panties if I say the right words |
| Promise I don’t think I could get any higher |
| Had to write a thank you note to my supplier |
| Please don’t cut them lights on when I’m riding by, sir |
| Please don’t cut them lights on, I am smoking fire |