| Put it in the air
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| Blow me in the air
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| Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, roll it up
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| Light it up, light it up oooh aaah
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| Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, smoking until ya… higgghhh
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| (It's Philthy nigga, peep me out look)
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| I say, higher than a motha fucka back to back blowing swishers
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| I don’t fuck with broke niggas, and I don’t fuck with broke bitches
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| Might hit the lean, but never play with my nose, that’s dope fiend shit
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| I ain’t a dope fiend bitch
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| Yea a nigga stay high, like these True Religion prices
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| Bitch stop asking what I spend on my Breitling
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| Got a zip of that loud, and a bottle of Rose'
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| Tatted like amigos, shout out my homeboy OJ
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| Smoking till' my eyes low, trap with the .54
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| Man I mean the .45, this purple got me so high
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| Driving with my knees on the way to the cheese
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| Bad bitch roll my weed wind blowing through her weave
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| Lot of money in these True’s, lot of kush in these blunts
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| Lot of fake niggas rapping, but who really gives a fuck
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| I just smoke weed and check traps
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| And I don’t even write raps
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| I do it of my head nigga
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| Feed your ass some lead nigga (It's Philthy)
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| Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, roll it up
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| Light it up, light it up oooh aaah
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| Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, smoking until ya… higgghhh
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| (Philthy)
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| Look, look, look I’m nothing like them other niggas
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| I don’t even fuck with niggas
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| I stick to myself though
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| They stuck on the shelf though
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| This rich nigga popping, that broke nigga flopping
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| Hop in this bitch' whip, I bet him who she knocking
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| She just wanna smoke weed with me
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| After the show leave with me
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| Take her to my house and pray to GOD that she can sleep with me
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| You be on that ho shit, I supply them with that dope dick
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| Fuck your main bitch and act like I ain’t know shit
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| Now I got her rolling weed for me
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| Got her selling P for me
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| Touch down on the east coast, sending 50 G’s to me
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| I got 50 G’s with me, five nine hunnid boy
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| Kill zone mafia, you don’t really want it boy
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| Smoke good and fuck better
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| Winter time rock the leather
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| Plus I keep the heater on me
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| You don’t want this heat up on you (you don’t want this heat up on you,
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| it’s Philthy nigga)
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| Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, roll it up
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| Light it up, light it up oooh aaah
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| Roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, smoking until ya… higgghhh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Light It Up , by - Philthy Rich. Song from the album Kill Zone, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп