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retch – light up lyrics

light up the gas
and i float off the dodey
im in the coup with your boo
thats your shorty
we f+ck til the morning
we f+ck til the sun up
she swallowed the d+ck
‘fore pinnin her bun up
i be with the gang
and we keep it one hunnid
we run up we run up we run up
i hit the stage
and i come with the turn up
red bottom beat
turn that sh+t to a murder
i f+ck the show up
we ball out at barneys
im shoppin rodèo
the 40 still on me
i ride wit some money
ill get witchu shortly
you owe me some paper
he tryna avoid me
n+gga you pay me
but n+ggas be corny
my n+ggas they bout it
go shoot up the party
it somethin to stunt n+gga
dont get it started
swerve out the lot
then i slide to the fortress
i stand thru the doorway
to f+ck on a goddess
lil mama a rider
i put her in private
the maybach a beast
and it came with a driver
dont talk to me stupid
dont care bout no gossip
i bobbin to christian
to smokin exotic
its all bout the vision
my ho she exotic
smoke out at the opera
that sh+t so melodic
its salmon & codeine
& shrimp on my diet
i hit that b+tch raw
cus that p+ssy got milage
my drip in designer
i dont need no stylist
might fly and just f+ck on ya ho
at the college
might cop a new apple watch
and flood it with diamonds
might f+ck on ya ho in dubai
off of rhymin
sh+t i was jus locked up
and gamblin ramen
no me and these n+ggas
got nothing in common
can’t beef with these n+ggas
these n+ggas they copy me
when im on my bad n+gga
no one can stop me
i used to see fiens with the crack
in the lobby
well n+gga i shot at
i wasted a body
pull up im the 6
and jump out at the function
we came up with sticks
and we wettin the function
we scoop up your b+tch
and we went thru the function
that fn will rip thru
dont trip in the function, forreal

- retch lyrics

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