Verse 1) All ordinaries perks for the muhfuckers, Blocking, hating, fee causing, lie sense takers. Pebble hating patrol, tryin' to control, That ain't your bidness, congratulations, now make your goal.
Sonny Digital, but then ain't it computing? Wait a minute, it still pays though, the money's recruiting. Who cares how it's spelt, when the power's felt? Damn right, Kendrick picked up the car frame, his story is dealt. Compared to the go we have had, Goddamn it's big, Of course it's a tractor, pulling in the gig.
(Pre-Chorus) As a matter of fact, light it up!
(Chorus) We lit, we lit, we lit, but a bitch! (x3)
(Verse 2) Nevertheless, they still kissed each other and released, Their little idolizing melting, for which they were pleased. And jumped in, just to buy it all in, here to eat, All the tee hedge, see, Tetra Hydra Carbon, a sweet treat. Muffler, that mumbling stiff, a trance on your back, Playing postal with the kid (the kid), no turning back. Girlfriend buy you a watch, Kaya playing with his, Kiwi ski, that kaller be called, you know what it is. Her guard playing black or control, it's your luck, No more waiting outside the boulevard, no more stuck. Next to the only Pajero running, four-storey, full of observer, Holdin' golden compass, hold, the ultimate preserver.
(Verse 3) The paper got a protection, unlike any known, 100% American, I change that Aussie, from the throne. And clean that dick (wobble), yeah, that's what I said, Got an authentic pie and a hostess attention on my head. She wanna roll, nobody tight it alike, see the spark, Baby, you keep me from lovin' just any bitch, in the dark. Rubber bands, ninety thou, on the wallet, full of currency, Training before I go, change currency, jump right in, with urgency. I dunno why we go quiet on this bit, the diamond, precious stones, so funny, Sell itself, then sell like a leak, out the word, making money. Sooner or later, you find a few, then you find the whole lot again, Let it go again and do all over again, the hustle's our friend. Put the scarecrow, chase the birds, from my 2 Pac posture away, For Priya's Pacific rearing, if you needy, grab that posture, it's mean, come what may.
(Pre-Chorus) As a matter of fact, light it up!
(Chorus) We lit, we lit, we lit, but a bitch! (x3)
(Verse 4) Dirt road got me calling Young Thug, is it really though, it seems? Coz the Jada Pinkett, in between here and the States, living dreams. Just call for hire, tourist zone, now get back and work, Off the audio, though everybody said they hear it clearly, avoiding the lurk. There's a bitch on fire and dependent on collar, from the Clan of Destiny, Got enough stories to crack it brown or black, for all to see. That ain't a party pill, the Clarks, the note left piling, Kick back, that ain't Central Perk or breakfast in Tiffany's, no smiling. Somebody bring that slide back, go high, feel the rush, But the chihuahua suckled so much, the whole stretch gang in a hush.
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