| Yeah, no we don’t really care
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| Yeah, we gone put it in the air
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| No we don’t give a fuck
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| Getting bucks is a must, you can trust
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| Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up
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| Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up
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| Ay girl let me see what you got
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| I don’t rap if the beat don’t knock
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| I need bass, make it fast
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| Every girl in the place shaking ass
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| That’s that bay shit
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| Pull up in a space ship
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| All I rep is gang shit
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| You know that I can’t quit
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| Yeah, we got step up the party, get it started
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| Make the hoes go retarded
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| Whole game with me we gon' ride out
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| You ain’t living, whatchu talking, we gon' find out
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| No I can’t be around fake
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| Heartbreakers we in this place
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| Girl I love it when I am seeing that shake
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| Yeah, no we don’t really care
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| Yeah, we gone put it in the air
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| No we don’t give a fuck
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| Getting blunts is a must, you can trust
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| Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up
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| Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up
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| Uh, Gerald
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| Pre game call a Uber then we all mob
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| Every night we do it all night big it’s hard job
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| Part snob light it up like I’m part bob
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| Heartbreak kids linked up with the heart throb
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| In the scene always found in the mix
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| Move around with the wrist
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| Short told us if you’re rapping and the beat better pound when it hits
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| And I’ve been going dumb since 2006
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| If you’re not family don’t ask me what’s up with a verse
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| Unless you’re spendin' it what your girl has up in her purse
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| You see us pull up and it hurts
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| Girls climbing in the section calm down you a bucket of thirst
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| Can’t shit with people as basic as those
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| I am out on the road getting payed for them shows
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| I walk through the grass check by snakes by my toes
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| Cause sooner or later all fakes get exposed
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| Yeah, no we don’t really care
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| Yeah, we gone put it in the air
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| No we don’t give a fuck
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| Getting bunnit’s is a must, you can trust
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| Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up
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| Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up
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| Uh, yeah
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| I don’t talk real boy, I be listening
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| You a mark a toy, you a figurine
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| Your bitch love my grill and finger rings
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| I beat it up fuck fingering
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| Brown leather, all on my fucking bag
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| Bad bitches, I thought I could never have
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| Shake jelly, flat belly, thin waist, looking for the face
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| I am sipping eighteen, no chase
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| You can have that hoe, this ain’t a race
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| I don’t chase I replace
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| Give her a taste, show her first place
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| Weed plants in my socks and my dirty vans
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| Dirty hands 'cause I’ve been touching bands
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| Its the younger suffer, puffer
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| And I don’t fuck with you suckers
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| Yeah, no we don’t really care
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| Yeah, we gone put it in the air
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| No we don’t give a fuck
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| Getting bunnit’s is a must, you can trust
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| Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up
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| Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Light This Bitch Up , by - P-Lo. Song from the album Before Anything - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп