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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Hanson Vick jr.
Songwriter
Frankie Ray Wood
Songwriter
Walter Jones
Songwriter
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
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