25 Lighters Songtext
von Fat Pat

Love it, mane

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
I gots to get paid
We′ve got twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
Gots to get paid

I got twenty-five lighters for my twenty-five foes
'Bout to break the mic then break twenty-five mo′
'Bout to rip the track wit 'bout twenty-five flows
And I′m pimpin′ like a mac wit' ′bout twenty-five hoes
Twenty-five five-carat diamonds in my ring
Twenty-five 12s in the trunk, got to bang
Make moves to make a quick twenty-five mill'
Come up so I can knock off big nine-nine Seville


′Bout to take me 'bout twenty-five yellowbones home
Do ′em bad and make 'em twenty-five phone home
Call daddy, tell him twenty-five got to go
DMD done put it down, twenty-five out the door
Hittin' the highway, doin′ twenty-five shows
Twenty-five limos slammin′ twenty-five doors
Representin' fo′ those holdin' twenty-five screws in they deck
I′ma wreck and rip twenty-five crews quick

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
I gots to get paid
We've got twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
Gots to get paid (Love it, man)

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
I gots to get paid
We′ve got twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
Gots to get paid

I jumps up early and I yawns and stretch
Another day, another dollar, 'nother case to get
I take my time and realize that this game is real
I got my mind on foreign, but I'm swangin′ marble grill
Gots to act real bad when I close red doors
I′m shootin' spiders off my rims ′cause I'm ridin′ on fours
And niggas don't understand that we be drinkin′ the norm
Never trust broads, they're frauds


On the 'vard is where I slang when I claim my name
Back in the game Herschelwood, Texas regained
It′s the nine-eight and I′m jumpin in the mix
Rocks up on my wrists and got haters on my list
How ya like me now? 'Cause I′m real
Comin' down piece and chain four shiny grills
Gots to bring hat, where them boys at?
Fixin′ to break the mic down, it's that Fat Pat

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
I gots to get paid
We′ve got twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
Gots to get paid (Love it, man)

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
I gots to get paid
We've got twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
Gots to get paid

I'm so throwed in the game
Southside playas, screwed up click mayne
Wit the Botany set you can bet them smoove as a ′vette
Comin′ through this motherfucker man, hold up it's lit
Some niggas catch me high like that
And some niggas act like they wanna pull a gat
But they betta watch out for the boy P-A-T
Ask them motherfuckin′ haters can they handle me
'Cause I be so throwed in this game
Comin′ down on the swang
Grip wood grain, on the shirt I leave a stain
'Cause you tryna jack a real true G

Comin′ down the boulevard, can ya see me
Swang and I swang and I swang to the left
Pop my trunk and yep yep yep
Niggas betta see a nigga roll
Starched down and I'm rollin on 84s
It's the nigga F-A-T represent the clique
Right up in the bowl and a whole lotta shit
You betta look around ′cause they don′t understand it
I'ma say, "Hold up!" and scream, "God dammit!"
′Cause I'ma let the gat gone grip and gone take a trip
And if it′s empty clip just throw it off the ship
'Cause it′s a throwaway gat
It's that Fat Pat, where them haters at, where them haters at
Man love it man

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
I gots to get paid
We've got twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
Gots to get paid (Love it, man)

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
I gots to get paid
We′ve got twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
Gots to get paid (Love it, man)

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
I gots to get paid
We′ve got twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
Gots to get paid (Love it, man)

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
I gots to get paid
We've got twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
Gots to get paid (Love it, man)

That′s how we do it, DMD, Keke, Fat Pat
Gs in PA, Gs in the city, Gs in the South so real
Gs in PA, Gs in the city, Gs in the South so real