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light business - semihomie lyrics

[intro: semihomie]
d*mn
free glo
let me count this sh*t
d*mn, this sh*t light
(double r beatz)
lil’ skinny ten

[chorus: semihomie]
this sh*t really lit
i keep my iron on me paranoid as sh*t
he calling for zips but i’m f*cking his b*tch
can’t hop in this coupe if you ain’t got no stick
b*tch can’t get in this coupe she ain’t sucking no d*ck
that big*ass drac’ it’ll f*ck up your wrist
skinny lil’ ten i’ll count that quick
fat sh*t it’ll put you down like a fentanyl ten (double r produced it)
free glow n*ggas know what we on
you ain’t no threat lil’ n*gga you light business
you in the way then this .40’ll move your ass
spin off some sh*t with some new jersey tags
give a f*ck where we at get it cracking f*ck a mask
you try to run lil’ ‘lo he’ll chase your ass
homie lil’ ass now i stack up [?] bands
i know a b*tch make more money than you n*ggas on onlyfans
[verse 1: semihomie]
[?] b*tch you miss your mans
b*tch ain’t got no money and no gun n*gga you really in the way
you ain’t even touch ten but you talk like your big business
really on sh*ts i done pulled me a major mission
them youngings geek me out they just asked me ’bout some switches
i’m all in her phone i’m tryna trick a n*gga
i’m in the north and i’m riding with a .50
i [?] to the opps i might sign him for a diddy

[verse 2: cruddy murda]
d*mn, i just went up to ‘toga i was thinking ’bout june
painting the city i’m close to his [?]
[?] stand on his work so [?]
they think i been cooling but lil’ n*gga i’m charged up
b*tch on my d*ck now they tryna start stuff
influence my youngings you know i done turned up
come in the spot lil’ n*gga ain’t do enough
can’t wait ’til i see what that cash do
they murdered the move, that won’t be your best move
ripped through his stomach and went through his neck too
homie stop playing so i’m [?] you
don’t come in the cruddy get bagged not a good man
gotta have a path by the truck and we not playing
gotta slow down on that drank that’s what they telling me
i be with some snakes better watch what you telling me
[chorus: semihomie]
this sh*t really lit
i keep my iron on me paranoid as sh*t
he calling for zips but i’m f*cking his b*tch
can’t hop in this coupe if you ain’t got no stick
b*tch can’t get in this coupe she ain’t sucking no d*ck
that big*ass drac’ it’ll f*ck up your wrist
skinny lil’ ten i’ll count that quick
fat sh*t it’ll put you down like a fentanyl ten (double r produced it)
free glow n*ggas know what we on
you ain’t no threat lil’ n*gga you light business
you in the way then this .40’ll move your ass
spin off some sh*t with some new jersey tags
give a f*ck where we at get it cracking f*ck a mask
you try to run lil’ ‘lo he’ll chase your ass
homie lil’ ass now i stack up [?] bands
i know a b*tch make more money than you n*ggas on onlyfans

[verse 3: semihomie]
we’ll come sit on your house before we put a bag on you
b*tch i’m tryna bag him so go put that p*ssy on him
smoking like sh*t i been thinking ’bout the men
free gotti just called me bro’ll be home in sixty days
broke*ass n*gga you making minimum wage
sh*thead b*tch tryna f*ck but don’t suck d*ck
i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas we don’t be on the same sh*t
n*gga think we on the same level ’cause we f*cked the same b*tch
trying to be the ticket and put the hood on
this sh*t ain’t easy the good come with the bad
deep in the streets that sh*t making my mother mad
how you broke but you buying a b*tch a designer bag?
b*tch putting that cheap*ass weed in exotic bags
go outta town get that sh*t for the dirt cheap
b*tch i stay loaded this sh*t grow on a tree
put your pride to the side n*gga let me put you on your feet
[chorus: semihomie]
this sh*t really lit
i keep my iron on me paranoid as sh*t
he calling for zips but i’m f*cking his b*tch
can’t hop in this coupe if you ain’t got no stick
b*tch can’t get in this coupe she ain’t sucking no d*ck
that big*ass drac’ it’ll f*ck up your wrist
skinny lil’ ten i’ll count that quick
fat sh*t it’ll put you down like a fentanyl ten (double r produced it)
free glow n*ggas know what we on
you ain’t no threat lil’ n*gga you light business
you in the way then this .40’ll move your ass
spin off some sh*t with some new jersey tags
give a f*ck where we at get it cracking f*ck a mask
you try to run lil’ ‘lo he’ll chase your ass
homie lil’ ass now i stack up [?] bands
i know a b*tch make more money than you n*ggas on onlyfans (on the men)

[outro]
(double r produced it)

- semihomie lyrics

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