lon lucci - dwight howard lyrics
[chorus: lon lucci]
i… i count them bands with no eyes
these are not pads on my thighs
i made a bag off the white. (i got that bag)
and i’m not even in my prime. (yeah, yeah)
i skr skr and pull a dime. (skr skr)
i promise i did not try
these are not pads on my thighs
i made a bag off the the dwight
[verse 1: lon lucci]
huh huh huh, pull up in a san like its a ghost
hop out they look like they seen a ghost
i walked out the crib forgot to turn off the stove
ouu that n+gga dripping baby turn off the hose
tonight this tequila got me gone off the jose
i ain’t drunk enough to each your coochie baby no way
baby take this 8 ball, it finna make your nosе bleed
b+tch don’t say my name up in this party, you don’t know me
they likе all my prices they like lucci ouu its so cheap
bro ran out of work he need a loan i’m like fasho g
she say she can do a quarter hugh, baby show me
baby got some ass on that ass and its poking
i might spend some cash on that ass, sike i’m joking
i’ll give you a line, if you let me test your throat please
young lon lucci out here moving like a og
they did not believe me when i told them that
[chorus: lon lucci]
i… i count them bands with no eyes
these are not pads on my thighs
i made a bag off the white. (i got that bag)
and i’m not even in my prime. (yeah, yeah)
i skr skr and pull a dime. (skr skr)
i promise i did not try
these are not pads on my thighs
i made a bag off the the dwight
[verse 2: fedd the god]
i made a bag off white, green, brown and the purple. (+whistles)
she gave brain she nerdy like the female urkle. (ugh)
b+tch these bands not thigh pads. b+tch these diamonds not glass
front turbo car it go fast
i want a jet g5, (yeah) i’m getting high in the sky (yeah)
she sucking me other one f+cking me n+gga i can not lie. (yeah)
i’m super man like d. wight. my favorite soda is pink sprite
there’s alot of sh+t i done did, n+gga i lived like 3 lifes
[chorus: lon lucci]
i… i count them bands with no eyes
these are not pads on my thighs
i made a bag off the white. (i got that bag)
and i’m not even in my prime. (yeah, yeah)
i skr skr and pull a dime. (skr skr)
i promise i did not try
these are not pads on my thighs
i made a bag off the the dwight
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