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quincey white - this little light of mine lyrics

[chorus: the game]
this little light of mine
i’m gon let it shine
infrared beam sitting comfy on my glock nine
top down in the winter, feeling like summertime
never leave home without it, let that sh+t be underlined
this little light of mine
i’m gon let it shine
stars in the ceiling, getting sloppy at the stop sign
bust down richard milly, you would think it stopped time
worry ’bout you and your n+ggas, i got mine
[verse 1: the game]
yeah, yeah
[?] cars, r&b singers
front seat of the rari, got [?] like a zinger
[?] my lil zinger, [?]
stop by your mama house, that ain’t what this car for
looking like i sell stocks in this tom ford, eh
still on the block like a [?]
stay dangerous, stash spot in the car doors
[?] star wars, come f+ck with me
[?] get a n+gga stitched up like my seams
spent a meek milli on [?] we chasing dreams
and when you see me, see me strapped
me and this glock go together like [?] and peedi crakk
like peetie and beanie mac
[?] f+ck with them squeaky rats
the draco ain’t big enough, n+gga then we be back
laser tag on your head, [?]
[?] leave you flat

[chorus: the game]
this little light of mine
i’m gon let it shine
infrared beam sitting comfy on my glock nine
top down in the winter, feeling like summertime
never leave home without it, let that sh+t be underlined
this little light of mine
i’m gon let it shine
stars in the ceiling, getting sloppy at the stop sign
bust down richard milly, you would think it stopped time
worry ’bout you and your n+ggas, i got mine
[verse 2: quincey white]
better be a demo tape in your hand, when you come with a diss
a hundred percent, take a shot, you gonna get hit
for every gun, i got a couple of clips
you would think i’m [?] how them sh+lls come with the stick
i’m still a blood when i’m running with crips
you only from your hood when you’re in your hood, you a b+tch
i never had the best hands, [?] keep me a thing
i guess i’ll take some boxing lessons, when i leave from [?]
it’s not a game, the duse duse and the boot
it’s like he reaching then i’m dying, i’m busting [?]
the first round is in you
[?] look behind the eyes of a n+gga that never had sh+t
[?]
[?] when i pass sh+t
come get your ass kicked by the n+gga that smoke blunts and spit acid
[?] as f+ck, like i skipped classes
and you know it’s on my hip, [?]

- quincey white lyrics

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