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ka$hdami - lights off lyrics

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[intro]
ayo, dyc, where you at, bro?

[chorus: ka$hdami]
he wanted lean, he got tylenol
his shorty ugly, we f+ck with the lights off (white plus)
servin’ some [?]
try to run up, spray him down like some lysol
if he talk crazy, he smokin’ him down
pack to loud, had to turn that sh+t down
you a fool, n+gga, you can’t come around
got the whole block lit ’cause this pack touchdown
like, wait, n+gga, i don’t be tryin’
d+mn, you n+ggas be lyin’
f+cked up on instagram live, n+ggas cryin’
you n+ggas imposter, ain’t talkin’ ’bout cyan
tote glock+17 with the double d mag
feel like based nas, i got immaculate pack
but since ’cause with ’99 know that i’m shootin’ that gat
if a n+gga run up, he get smacked

[verse 1: basesnas]
if a n+gga run up, he get ski+boated
he think he did a good deed ’cause he voted
and you think he’s evicted, how we notice
talkin’ sh+t, now he tryna act lonest
i’m on my own, tryna hit icebox like it’s frozen
it’s tip of the iceberg, hot since ’97 like i’m roslyn
i’m on the pacific coast like i’m logan
[verse 2: since99]
yeah, had to beat this b+tch ass serve betanol
if you talkin’ about the money i’ma get involved
run a pack about seattle like i’m thomas rawls
‘fore i went and got a check, i learned how to [?]
put my phone on dnd, sorry, i’m missin’ her calls
i be all up in her walls like it’s resident hall
climbin’ up the ranks, they just hopin’ and prayin’ i fall
leavin’ out the bank, now my money is tall like a saw

[chorus: ka$hdami]
he wanted lean, he got tylenol
his shorty ugly, we f+ck with the lights off (white plus)
servin’ some [?]
try to run up, spray him down like some lysol
if he talk crazy, he smokin’ him down
pack to loud, had to turn that sh+t down
you a fool, n+gga, you can’t come around
got the whole block lit ’cause this pack touchdown
like, wait, n+gga, i don’t be tryin’
d+mn, you n+ggas be lyin’
f+cked up on instagram live, n+ggas cryin’
you n+ggas imposter, ain’t talkin’ ’bout cyan
tote glock+17 with the double d mag
feel like based nas, i got immaculate pack
but since ’cause with ’99 know that i’m shootin’ that gat
if a n+gga run up, he get smacked



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