[Intro: AYLEK$]
[tool: 歌词滚动姬 https://lrc-maker.github.io]
Ooh babe, you know what you do, ooh
[?], let's get this money
She wanna party with us
She wanna party with the lights out, right now
She wanna party with the-
She wanna party with the lights out
You know these ******* f*ckin' for the clout
These hoes be lookin' for a hand out
They need to die out
Tell the pus*y "Stand out"
Say I gave you big rounds
And we brought the big sounds
*****, you better get the f*ck from me
On the gang, *****, you better get the f*ck from me
You can hang, I'm just smokin' on this broccoli (Uh-huh)
That thang gon' bang if you think you finna f*ck with me (Yeah, Lil' Boat)
Still in my lung (Yeah)
F&N feelin' like Tommy, ayy (Pew-pew-pew)
Baby, these ni*gas funny (Yeah)
Had to cut off some homies, ayy (Ouu)
She tryna suck on my engine (Yeah)
She wanna f*ck in the Bentley ('Ight)
Bought her a brand new G-Wagon (Skrrt)
Paint color blue like Tiffany (Woo)
These ni*gas don't want no smoke, ayy (Yeah)
Ni*ga get smoked like a pole, ayy (Woo)
I spent some bands on a coat, ayy (Woo)
They know Lil' Boat did the most, ayy (Woo)
She wanna f*ck in the dark, ayy (Gang)
She wanna f*ck in the dark, at the park
Get that pus*y wetter, Noah's Ark, ayy
Ni*ga can't f*ck with the narcs, ayy (Uh-uh)
No-no (Uh-uh), girl I'm rich as I've ever been (Ever been)
Let's go cop a crib, look like Neverland (Neverland)
At the party, girl, you tweakin' off the medicine (Yeah)
She wanna party with the lights out (Lil' Boat)
You know these ******* f*ckin' for the clout
These hoes be lookin' for a hand out
They need to die out
Tell the pus*y "Stand out"
Say I gave you big rounds
And we brought the big sounds
*****, you better get the f*ck from me
On the gang, *****, you better get the f*ck from me
You can hang, I'm just smokin' on this broccoli
That thang gon' bang if you think you finna f*ck with me
We know exactly how these dolls movin', that's for sure (That's for sure)
I get the chopper on me, you know I let it go (I let it go)
I don't play games with ni*gas, you know I keep a scope
Yeah, murder what she wrote (Bang)
Ayy, I'm gonna take her soul (Her Soul), ouu
She too dumb, I'ma take her throat (On the gang, yeah)
Ayy, lil' ***** go for the gang, woah
Yeah, and them packs movin' out for the low (For the high, *****)
Yeah, feel like like Kurtis Snow (Snow), more like Kurtis Blow (Blow)
Murder what she wrote-ote-ote (Yeah)
Murder what she wrote (Wrote), I'ma take her soul (Soul)
[?], let's get this money
Lights Out