dolla$igndunn - lighthouse lyrics
[intro]
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that’s a good one
[verse 1: dolla$igndunn]
malc boogie blowin’ kush in the air, speakin’ on blessings
thumbin’ through a hunid 100s, curin’ my depression
no mistakes, takin’ backseat drivin’ up out the wraith
murder mami, please don’t get out of line, this ain’t the place
n+ggas squeezin’ into jordan’s just to fit in
couldn’t walk a mile in the pair i was given
teachin’ juice to keep his money right, .10 stay faced up
ten toes down, ten ways to make a paystub
funny how the ones with nothin’ spreadin’ the most joy
fist fights of sweet chin music soundin’ like ole boy
wars until them gun blasts, we’ll see who really run fast
block is hot now, in twenty minutes, we gon’ come back
oldest of five, and i never been no lil homie
hate it or love it, won’t know until you really know me
movin’ mountains same way my uncle movin’ weight
tryna make a way, ain’t no food up on this plate
[chorus: dolla$igndunn]
got my first piece of p+ssy bumpin’ max b
curfew at 9, run the streets just like a track meet
livin’ life like every day could be my last one
cop a crib like uncle phil as soon as that cash come
got my first piece of p+ssy bumpin’ max b
curfew at 9, run the streets just like a track meet
livin’ life like every day could be my last one
cop a crib like uncle phil as soon as that cash come
[verse 2: sir michael rocks]
yeah, michael, yeah
don’t get caught in middle when i get in spaz mode
‘cause when i do, i could become quite the assh0l+
that’s for sure, crash a porsche, pick up a benz
you gon’ catch a charley house tryna kick it with him
spit bronco, capo, the plastic wrap at costco
cost way cheaper, so get that and then we vamos
we double+wrap the iphones and get ‘em out chicago
hate what happened to my n+gga hoodrich pablo
he gon’ bounce back like a sprout in a garden
where get+money guys stash for the sunny times
stashed for the rainy days, baby pay me $80k
i need half a fat advance, take it to the south of france
moustiers to sainte+marie
you used to flexin’ on n+ggas, but you cannot with me
i’ma give you little gremlins to the count of three
you little primates get to climbin’ to the canopy
[chorus: dolla$igndunn]
got my first piece of p+ssy bumpin’ max b
curfew at 9, run the streets just like a track meet
livin’ life like every day could be my last one
cop a crib like uncle phil as soon as that cash come
got my first piece of p+ssy bumpin’ max b
curfew at 9, run the streets just like a track meet
livin’ life like every day could be my last one
cop a crib like uncle phil as soon as that cash come
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