25 Lighters

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Love it, mane
 Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
 I gots to get paid
 We've got twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yessir
 Gots to get paid
 I got twenty-five lighters for my twenty-five foes
 'Bout to break the mic then break twenty-five mo'
 'Bout to rip the track wit 'bout twenty-five flows that's them folks
 I ain't tripping 'cause I know it's hot on postoak
 Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks
 24/7 365 around the clock
 I'm tryna to get paid stacking up my paper
 I hit a lick then it's time for me to lay low
 In front of my screen on 360 playing Halo
 Hoes'll drop like it's hot when ever I say so
 'Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand
 Got big bass in the back of the blue van
 It's blue over gold the story been told
 Benjamin Franklin and Andrew Jackson in my billfold
 My flow is real cold I ain't never been wack
 And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques
 They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog
 Bun-B ride for that boy and make me proud
 Do it for the south and do it for the Hawk
 And who ever don't like it keep my dick up in they mouth
 I'm Screwed Up Click til they lay me in my casket
 I ride around Houston with that plastic
 Hand on my steel wood grain wheel
 You can buy a Denali with the diamond on my grill
 You can buy an apartment wit the diamonds on my wrist
 And can't nobody do it like me 'cause I do it like this
 Aint never had love fa this
 All I'm trying to really do is get rich
 Trying to get my fucking bread baby
 Ride in mercedes I know a nigga hate me
 But I don't give a damn nah I don't give a fuck
 Riding on draped up 26's on my truck
 Hell yeah bitch u kno they large
 Got three foreign cars in my garage
 I never sabotage my fucking career
 Had to make it clear and I shed another tear
 But nigga I'm real bumper and the grill
 When I do my music it's the music you can feel
 'Cause I'm just a G riding one deep
 And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat
 Watching out for jackers 'cause I know they scoping
 Trying to leave a real niggas head wide open
 Fa these damn swangas 'cause they ain't clacking
 I'm rolling on 20 inch 4's bitch what happening
 Looking so fly I don't smoke fry
 Got to be a G till the day that I die
 That's my big homie boy thats Lil Ke
 Boy you know I love you mane it's you and me
 In this damn thing we going to do it for the screw
 And do it for the south and I'm a do it for you
 And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C.
 Screwed Up Click until I D.I.E.
 Nigga don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk
 Smoking on kush ain't never say skunk
 Man I'm so throwed caught me in the zone
 I don't give a fuck about you calling on my phone
 I fucks with the stripper Versace on my zipper
 This the nigga Ro a taper fade with the clipper
 I brought my partner for my partner Paul
 About to make a million dollars and buy the whole mall
 Call that bitch Ro-Town and it's gonna go down
 A couple of day from now I got a show in your town
 And I'm a get paid and I'm a get laid
 And every car I drive, candy paint going to get sprayed
 On the doors nigga and on the side dog
 And I ain't scared I got Jesus on my side dog
 Hit the church house and then go work out
 And after that you it's time to pull the purp out
 And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one
 And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one
 And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one
 Now I'm out of my mind that's what that smoke done
 But I'm a maintain still in the same game
 But only thing ain't making the same change
 I'm getting paid boy you better believe that
 A grammy on my shelf I'm gon achieve that
 'Cause I can do it nigga even tho you say I can't
 But I don't give a fuck about ya'll I'm about my bank
 I hope you feel that bitch look at you
 If I peel ya wig back ain't nobody going to be missing you
 You a hoe nigga not a role nigga
 'Cause Z-Ro make more doe nigga
 More verses more mixtapes more shows nigga
 And I ain't ever at home I'm on the rode nigga
 I'm chasing Fedi baby ya'll ain't ready baby
 Yeah I'm hemi like a motherfucking chevy baby
 Or like a Ford I'm built Ford tough
 Blowing on that real real purple purple stuff
 I'm talking about t

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Duration
04:48
Key
1
Tempo
168 BPM

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