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lights out - daboii lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, yeah
n*gga try to play me for them bands, he gon’ get his ass wiped down
up a bag on that b*tch, i’m your type now
you ain’t even with the sh*t, n*gga, pipe down (yo, what’s up now, partner?)
free them level fours, i got n*ggas sendin’ kites out
you could see it pokin’ off my hip, i don’t fight, clown
talkin’ ’bout we up next, nah, right now
when we step up in the club, it’s a lighthouse
try to backdoor me, then it’s lights out

[verse 1]
n*gga try to backdoor, he gon’ get his ass smoked
i beat a b*tch up, she forgot the cash flow
yeah, the suckers, dope fiends, n*ggas smokin’ crack, woah
get a p*ssy n*gga gone, what you think the bat for?
what you think the bat for? i’ll gеt a n*gga gone
phone blowin’ up, what the f*ck thеse b*tches want?
he keep rappin’ in these songs ’bout h*lla other sh*t he don’t
you ain’t like that, you was runnin’ when it’s phone
yeah, good baby a, got it tucked up in the bushes
the forty got a d*ck when i be lookin’ for you p*ssies
bullets burn a n*gga, aim my pole and then i cook him
rollers tried to chase me up on feet, them n*ggas book ’em
i don’t trust n*ggas, i don’t even trust me
gettin’ drunk off that don, it’s just me and auntie
think the label scared of me ’cause i be where the thugs be
step on anybody, swear you n*ggas won’t beef (on the gang)
[chorus]
yeah, n*gga try to play me for them bands, he gon’ get his ass wiped down
up a bag on that b*tch, i’m your type now
you ain’t even with the sh*t, n*gga, pipe down
free them level fours, i got n*ggas sendin’ kites out
you could see it pokin’ off my hip, i don’t fight, clown
talkin’ ’bout we up next, nah, right now
when we step up in the club, it’s a lighthouse
try to backdoor me, then it’s lights out (yeah)

[verse 2]
n*gga, when we step up in the club, it’s a lighthouse
ballin’ on these n*ggas, why you think i brought the mikes out?
i won’t beef up on no internet, i don’t type, clown
n*gga tryna fight, lol, b*tch, fight rounds
big forty on me when i’m cruisin’ through the v
pull up on anybody, where the f*ck you n*ggas be?
when i say i have my brother wipe your nose, it ain’t no sneeze
i thought y’all was ’bout it ’bout it, why the f*ck them n*ggas leave?
had to put the drac’ down and pick the baby a up
that n*gga told on that case, they only offered eight months
rollers tryna lock us down ’cause they can never tame us
b*tch head so good, i gave her ass an a*plus
n*gga try to backdoor, i get to creepin’ through the front
f*ck they whole gang, we ain’t worried ’bout them punks
i keep it on my hip, that n*gga kept it in the trunk
he thought i’ll leave the crib without my pole, you n*ggas dumb (gang)
[chorus]
n*gga try to play me for them bands, he gon’ get his ass wiped down
up a bag on that b*tch, i’m your type now
you ain’t even with the sh*t, n*gga, pipe down
free them level fours, i got n*ggas sendin’ kites out
you could see it pokin’ off my hip, i don’t fight, clown
talkin’ ’bout we up next, nah, right now
when we step up in the club, it’s a lighthouse
try to backdoor me, then it’s lights out, n*gga

- daboii lyrics

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