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light it up - brandon allen lyrics

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i put the ball up and i shoot
i set if off bankin the loot
my girl is a 10 she a 2
to be honest you n-gg-s is fluke
you stealin the flow i should sue
my verses so hot but i’m cool
got stars on my chest i’m a jew
not bob but i’m come with a tool

the liquor turn me to a fool
the liquor turn me to a fool
they hate but i do what i do
she tight but i’m finna get loose
i’m tryna get straight to the racks
big dog and i’m looking for cats
defense but i’m quick to attack
and money fall into my lap

she back on her back and i’m back in
you was a fool , you was lackin
yo b-tch she look like a ashton
martin no gina don’t wife them
cuz i can’t get with the cuff
beer in my hand i’m the duff
she mad so she throwin my stuff
but by next week watch

b-tch i’m back in her guts
b-tch i’m back in my bag
n-gg-s on games and they lag
saying she thick but she sag
keenan & kel i’m all that
ridin the wave but ain’t rad
when will these hype beast learn?
that style don’t come with a tag

aye, woke girls
this for the woke girls
this for the woke girls
that will rather talk then get they toes curled
it’s those girls, and y’all b-tches blow me
third eye just to scope out the homies
man these b-tches ain’t lowkey

so don’t try to act like you know me
so don’t try to act like you deep
cuz you bitter chick, you ain’t sweet
but the track is and i peeped
those sbs just gracing my feet
got, quick strike like kobe
no manu like gin-bli
i rep gang just like an og
while i’m posted smoking that og

we, rolling , we rollin , we rollin
livin my life like i’m golden
you n-gg-s all fake for the hype man
on stage i am my own hype man
pockets is matchin ya mindset
you n-gg-s is ain’t making no d-mn cents
thinking you own sh-t, but you just rent
my time is money & b-tch is well spent

woah kemosabe , woah kemosabe, woah
you picked her up and vogue
so you got to go
i don’t wanna be that type a n-gg- take a hoe
but, if she threw it at me it’s gonna be hard to say no (uh)

riding through the city and i’m feeling like the man
(who mans?) who’s mans is that?
with they mouth on loud & the silencer in the back
where they ten toes down, waisting n-gg-s with the strap (uh)
thirsty for the pipe so i only give her tap water
when i drown racks at the net
like i’m vince carter
slaughter sheeple sleeping in the stables
n-gg-s fables to the real sh-t
(real sh-t)

they told me neva dumb it down but it’s dumb how it goes down
in the dms on the pm and the am
aye, (pause)
am i
made
for this
sh-t ?
look like
bae
can i hit?
just a
waiter
servin tips (aye)
just a dog tryna lick (aye)
like morty with no rick (aye)
just a young n-gg- with to much lip

- brandon allen lyrics

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