Lyrics

Mmmm So So Just give me the light I don't know what he Meant but that shit Sound right She back it up Then park Don't give me no dark Just give me Give me the light the light the green one I'm trying to get between something Mmmmm Reposado Drink it all til theres nothing in that bottle I gave her some game She might go My chain look like a light show Bling blow This just ain't no bae cation She pull up To the crib and she got Straight to ass shaken This is a banger I can be your personal trainer Let me work you out She heard what that dick about She Heard that I spit in mouths Mmmmm who told you that Oh really White bitch named Lily uhhuh She heard they Call me sweet dick Willie She mixed with black and white I I said just give Me the light I don't Know what he meant But that shit sound right She back it up Then park Don't give me no dark Just give me Give me The light white the green one I'm trying to get between Something Drink it All there nothing in that bottle Nothing in the next bottle That's Hold up Wait a minute wait a minute Oh you wouldn't let Me post something in Down bitch Bitch it shake that I throw some here you Got a man man the fuck Why you in my trying To run it back at the Like that like that Slide in that pussy like Mike Nice shots but up Down toes Watch throw It back touching all tin Toes ho whap whap Make it clap there go Need another round chair Just give me the light I Don't know what he meant But that shit sound right She back it up then park Don't give me no dark Just give me give me the Light the light the green I'm trying to get something Just gimmie the light I don't know what he Meant but that shit Sound right Back it up didn't park Don't give me no Dark just gimmie the light Gimmie the light The green one I'm Trynna get between sum Repossado drink It all til theres nothing In that bottle I like bitches that turn up but still rude Pink panties and They match her nails too That ass fat she Stand up the shit move Straight drop bitch dope It ain't much she can't do Glock holder don't be like he won't The bag different She gone smile When she approach Got tatts on Her ass she got tats on her throat Tryna suck it from the Back and you know how that go Toot it up and put that bitch an track mode Known shooter one step on god It get cold Big dawg can't be hanging around lows She get down on all fours and she never say
Writer(s): Frankie Ray Wood, Marvin Hanson Vick Jr., Walter Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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