Light's Out Songtext
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Light's Out Songtext
Stunna shades on
Gettin geechi smoove stepping wit my jays on (Talk to em N)
This st rock cause my wave on
It′s the bishop making bs get they praise on
Hoe say hallelu ima bless ya for the days gone
Make it hot strut the block and cut your waze on
Navigator stealth
I maneuver like I'm Frank White
Louis Belt mackin hoes up on the late night
Chuch is on the move ima say what′s up to Don Juan
In the kitchen Whippin pimpin like it's won ton
Plus I get 3 celly's hit my lines up
This one′s for you hating ass ns get your dimes up (What you saying n)
Lights out, Lights out
Iced out, Iced out
Mics out we gon bring them bands in
Lights out, Lights out
Iced out, Iced out
Mic′s out
We gon get these damn wins
Lights out, Lights out
Iced out, Iced out
Mics out we gon bring them bands in
Lights out, Lights out
Iced out, Iced out
Mic's out
We gon get these damn wins
Summertime fresh
Mackin early in the morning what′s the time check
I got bitches gettin busy before the dawn break
Steak and eggs whippin st up before the don wake
Comma tally hoe
Have my money by that pay phone
Do the dash middle finger cross the state zone
I'm sippin Pinot
I got this shit on mad lock
Sliding wit 3 hoes organic ain′t no a shots
Gettin geechi smoove stepping wit my jays on (Talk to em N)
This st rock cause my wave on
It′s the bishop making bs get they praise on
Hoe say hallelu ima bless ya for the days gone
Make it hot strut the block and cut your waze on
Navigator stealth
I maneuver like I'm Frank White
Louis Belt mackin hoes up on the late night
Chuch is on the move ima say what′s up to Don Juan
In the kitchen Whippin pimpin like it's won ton
Plus I get 3 celly's hit my lines up
This one′s for you hating ass ns get your dimes up (What you saying n)
Lights out, Lights out
Iced out, Iced out
Mics out we gon bring them bands in
Lights out, Lights out
Iced out, Iced out
Mic′s out
We gon get these damn wins
Lights out, Lights out
Iced out, Iced out
Mics out we gon bring them bands in
Lights out, Lights out
Iced out, Iced out
Mic's out
We gon get these damn wins
Summertime fresh
Mackin early in the morning what′s the time check
I got bitches gettin busy before the dawn break
Steak and eggs whippin st up before the don wake
Comma tally hoe
Have my money by that pay phone
Do the dash middle finger cross the state zone
I'm sippin Pinot
I got this shit on mad lock
Sliding wit 3 hoes organic ain′t no a shots
Writer(s): Richard Dixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com