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‎lights out - 1oneam lyrics

[intro]
lil’ b*tch

[verse]
these*these n*ggas fake, they too phony
i don’t want that b*tch, she too boney
[?]
she*she on my d*ck, she don’t even know me
flex*flex on these n*ggas, i do it normally
and this sh*t, my son finna do it for me
that b*tch so bad, she too h*rny
in the pat, touchdown, still scoring
let’s hop in the jag, two doors
two*two bad b*tches, need two wh0res
fat ass crib with 3 floors
and i get to the bag at 3 in the morning
he*he said “how you get that way before me?”
hop in that scat, i get to floorin’
i’m with the lame b*tch, she just boring
i*i need a bag right now
i need that bag, baby, right now
we ain’t playing no games, we ain’t fighting out
and he talkin’ hot sh*t, [?]
put a bеam on the glock with the light out
and we takе him off the map like some white out
and i’m playing that b*tch like some tryouts
i*i get that money, finna write out
gimmie’ that check, n*gga write it out
she*she on the d*ck, finna ride it out
we in that b*tch, finna sight it out
n*gga*n*gga we outside, we don’t hide out
my*my n*ggas gon’ roll out, [?]
my*my tattoo, bro, like some lysol
n*gga talk down then it’s lights out

- 1oneam lyrics

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