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1oneam - ‎lights out lyrics

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[intro]
lil’ b+tch

[verse]
these+these n+ggas fake, they too phony
i don’t want that b+tch, she too boney
[?]
she+she on my d+ck, she don’t even know me
flex+flex on these n+ggas, i do it normally
and this sh+t, my son finna do it for me
that b+tch so bad, she too h+rny
in the pat, touchdown, still scoring
let’s hop in the jag, two doors
two+two bad b+tches, need two wh0res
fat ass crib with 3 floors
and i get to the bag at 3 in the morning
he+he said “how you get that way before me?”
hop in that scat, i get to floorin’
i’m with the lame b+tch, she just boring
i+i need a bag right now
i need that bag, baby, right now
we ain’t playing no games, we ain’t fighting out
and he talkin’ hot sh+t, [?]
put a bеam on the glock with the light out
and we takе him off the map like some white out
and i’m playing that b+tch like some tryouts
i+i get that money, finna write out
gimmie’ that check, n+gga write it out
she+she on the d+ck, finna ride it out
we in that b+tch, finna sight it out
n+gga+n+gga we outside, we don’t hide out
my+my n+ggas gon’ roll out, [?]
my+my tattoo, bro, like some lysol
n+gga talk down then it’s lights out



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