Lights Out

[Intro: AYLEK$]

[tool: 歌词滚动姬 https://lrc-maker.github.io]

Ooh babe, you know what you do, ooh

[?], let's get this money

She wanna party with us

She wanna party with the lights out, right now

She wanna party with the-

She wanna party with the lights out

You know these ******* f*ckin' for the clout

These hoes be lookin' for a hand out

They need to die out

Tell the pus*y "Stand out"

Say I gave you big rounds

And we brought the big sounds

*****, you better get the f*ck from me

On the gang, *****, you better get the f*ck from me

You can hang, I'm just smokin' on this broccoli (Uh-huh)

That thang gon' bang if you think you finna f*ck with me (Yeah, Lil' Boat)

Still in my lung (Yeah)

F&N feelin' like Tommy, ayy (Pew-pew-pew)

Baby, these ni*gas funny (Yeah)

Had to cut off some homies, ayy (Ouu)

She tryna suck on my engine (Yeah)

She wanna f*ck in the Bentley ('Ight)

Bought her a brand new G-Wagon (Skrrt)

Paint color blue like Tiffany (Woo)

These ni*gas don't want no smoke, ayy (Yeah)

Ni*ga get smoked like a pole, ayy (Woo)

I spent some bands on a coat, ayy (Woo)

They know Lil' Boat did the most, ayy (Woo)

She wanna f*ck in the dark, ayy (Gang)

She wanna f*ck in the dark, at the park

Get that pus*y wetter, Noah's Ark, ayy

Ni*ga can't f*ck with the narcs, ayy (Uh-uh)

No-no (Uh-uh), girl I'm rich as I've ever been (Ever been)

Let's go cop a crib, look like Neverland (Neverland)

At the party, girl, you tweakin' off the medicine (Yeah)

She wanna party with the lights out (Lil' Boat)

You know these ******* f*ckin' for the clout

These hoes be lookin' for a hand out

They need to die out

Tell the pus*y "Stand out"

Say I gave you big rounds

And we brought the big sounds

*****, you better get the f*ck from me

On the gang, *****, you better get the f*ck from me

You can hang, I'm just smokin' on this broccoli

That thang gon' bang if you think you finna f*ck with me

We know exactly how these dolls movin', that's for sure (That's for sure)

I get the chopper on me, you know I let it go (I let it go)

I don't play games with ni*gas, you know I keep a scope

Yeah, murder what she wrote (Bang)

Ayy, I'm gonna take her soul (Her Soul), ouu

She too dumb, I'ma take her throat (On the gang, yeah)

Ayy, lil' ***** go for the gang, woah

Yeah, and them packs movin' out for the low (For the high, *****)

Yeah, feel like like Kurtis Snow (Snow), more like Kurtis Blow (Blow)

Murder what she wrote-ote-ote (Yeah)

Murder what she wrote (Wrote), I'ma take her soul (Soul)

[?], let's get this money