Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Light Up , by - Retch. Song from the album Still Goin' Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Light Up |
| Light up the gas |
| And i float off the dodey |
| Im in the coup with your boo |
| Thats your shorty |
| We fuck til the morning |
| We fuck til the sun up |
| She swallowed the dick |
| ‘fore pinnin her bun up |
| I be with the gang |
| And we keep it one hunnid |
| We run up we run up we run up |
| I hit the stage |
| And i come with the turn up |
| Red bottom beat |
| Turn that shit to a murder |
| I fuck the show up |
| We ball out at barneys |
| Im shoppin rodèo |
| The 40 still on me |
| I ride wit some money |
| Ill get witchu shortly |
| You owe me some paper |
| He tryna avoid me |
| Nigga you pay me |
| But niggas be corny |
| My niggas they bout it |
| Go shoot up the party |
| It somethin to stunt nigga |
| Dont get it started |
| Swerve out the lot |
| Then i slide to the fortress |
| I stand thru the doorway |
| To fuck on a goddess |
| Lil mama a rider |
| I put her in private |
| The maybach a beast |
| And it came with a driver |
| Dont talk to me stupid |
| Dont care bout no gossip |
| I bobbin to christian |
| To smokin exotic |
| Its all bout the vision |
| My ho she exotic |
| Smoke out at the opera |
| That shit so melodic |
| Its salmon & codeine |
| & shrimp on my diet |
| I hit that bitch raw |
| Cus that pussy got milage |
| My drip in designer |
| I dont need no stylist |
| Might fly and just fuck on ya ho |
| At the college |
| Might cop a new apple watch |
| And flood it with diamonds |
| Might fuck on ya ho in dubai |
| Off of rhymin |
| Shit i was jus locked up |
| And gamblin ramen |
| No me and these niggas |
| Got nothing in common |
| Can’t beef with these niggas |
| These niggas they copy me |
| When im on my bad nigga |
| No one can stop me |
| I used to see fiens with the crack |
| In the lobby |
| Well nigga i shot at |
| I wasted a body |
| Pull up im the 6 |
| And jump out at the function |
| We came up with sticks |
| And we wettin the function |
| We scoop up your bitch |
| And we went thru the function |
| That FN will rip thru |
| Dont trip in the function, forreal |
| Light up the gas |
| And i float off the dodey |
| Im in the coup with your boo |
| Thats your shorty |
| We fuck til the morning |
| We fuck til the sun up |
| She swallowed the dick |
| ‘fore pinnin her bun up |
| I be with the gang |
| And we keep it one hunnid |
| We run up we run up we run up |
| I hit the stage |
| And i come with the turn up |
| Red bottom beat |
| Turn that shit to a murder |
| I fuck the show up |
| We ball out at barneys |
| Im shoppin rodèo |
| The 40 still on me |
| I ride wit some money |
| Ill get witchu shortly |
| You owe me some paper |
| He tryna avoid me |
| Nigga you pay me |
| But niggas be corny |
| My niggas they bout it |
| Go shoot up the party |
| It somethin to stunt nigga |
| Dont get it started |