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catchtheghosts - light it up! lyrics

light that sh+t up! (yeah, yeah, yeah)
p+ssy boy get your bands up
i got a glock to the side of my hip but i keep that sh+t tucked

choppa bullets finna hit him and it turn him to a dancer
i might just go hit up cali, get some racks then hit up atlanta
my money so big, pockets fat, huh, just like santa
i′m in my bag, so i’ve been pouring this sh+t up with the fanta
like how you do that, i′ma drop this sh+t then go get my cash up

and go get my cash up
i’m winning this sh+t you p+ssy cannot catch up
i pull out the choppa p+ssies better back up
i’m f+cking that b+tch said i′m her favorite rapper
i′m going up and you going out sadder
you going sad, while my gang we never lack
yeah my gang, we gon’ attack
and you know that sh+t a fact
she said my pockets is so fat
ctg, how you gon′ do that
drop a track, that’s a rack
drop a tape, that′s rack
drop this album, that’s a rack
drop this album, that′s a wrap
got designer, that’s a rack
i lost my hoe, put her in a track

huh, we gonna blow like osama
i don’t do it for the commas, i just do it for my momma
i just do it for my momma
that b+tch is all about the drama
rick owens on, match it with the prada
we up on the score while you getting nada
i had a pretty girl, her name giana
we light up the spot and we hot like a sauna
i′ma be the one that they gon′ be proud of
i been in my bag, i’ma smoke this loud up
music in her speakers, really want it louder
i′m with my gang we getting to rowdy
you hang with the people that everyone clowning
i climb to the top, just like a mountain
my diamonds be wet, just like a fountain
i play her my music she like how it sounding
i’m drinking that purple, i′m sipping, im downing
in too much pressure i feel like i’m drowning
diamonds on my body i feel like i′m drowning
but i’m still trying, huh

light that sh+t up! (yeah, yeah, yeah)
p+ssy boy get your bands up
i got a glock to the side of my hip but i keep that sh+t tucked
choppa bullets finna hit him and it turn him to a dancer
i might just go hit up cali, get some racks then hit up atlanta
my money so big, pockets fat, huh, just like santa
i’m in my bag, so i′ve been pouring this sh+t up with the fanta
like how you do that, i′ma drop this sh+t then go get my cash up

- catchtheghosts lyrics

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