歌曲 | Lights Out |
歌手 | Scooter |
专辑 | Who's Got The Last Laugh Now |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Yeah nigga, we real mother fucking working my hood nigga | |
We don't get no sleep | |
We stayed down through them street lights | |
Spots opened day and night | |
We work out trap houses | |
Got a lot of bells pilled up | |
All I want is commas | |
I got a lot of money | |
Everybody know the streets | |
I'm the voice of the streets | |
I just slipped in the project | |
I'm talking 2 hunned dollar rent | |
Plus I ain't got no water bill | |
And I got illegal cable still | |
All I want is commas, I got dope boy money | |
Black amigo know it's stunting | |
Now I'm million dollar hustling | |
For rapping bout my days of hustling | |
When I was broke and had nothing | |
By any mean necessary, let's go | |
I jump from January to January | |
I got places to go & I got people to see | |
It cost ya 20,000 to here my voice on these beats | |
I cut my girl off its to many fish in the sea | |
Fishscale in the house, its like we at Captain D's | |
It don't bother me that he go more than me | |
You know its loyalty over royalties | |
Got the bail money for you & the lawyer b's | |
I'm selling Florida keys, I'm selling Cali Weed | |
My Chinese plug sending pills, its insanity | |
She only 2 already using profanity | |
My amigo friend said I made a bill annually | |
You call them niggas yo robbing crew | |
I call them niggas family | |
Hounds and bills, yeah I know them well | |
Gotta weight my coke with this scale they wait a whale | |
In my trap house, I got that fish scale | |
It's like a nail, sharp the way I work my clientele | |
Six hell form, I'm alone I make the mail | |
Keys to the city, yeah young juice man he the mayor | |
Stupid with the plug, and I'm a jig it off | |
200 hunned thousand dollars in …mode | |
All I know is ball, in these streets grow | |
32 free bands and we want it all | |
Drop a 36, dump it like I'm john wall | |
Skrit in the pot now my money in the wall |
Yeah nigga, we real mother fucking working my hood nigga | |
We don' t get no sleep | |
We stayed down through them street lights | |
Spots opened day and night | |
We work out trap houses | |
Got a lot of bells pilled up | |
All I want is commas | |
I got a lot of money | |
Everybody know the streets | |
I' m the voice of the streets | |
I just slipped in the project | |
I' m talking 2 hunned dollar rent | |
Plus I ain' t got no water bill | |
And I got illegal cable still | |
All I want is commas, I got dope boy money | |
Black amigo know it' s stunting | |
Now I' m million dollar hustling | |
For rapping bout my days of hustling | |
When I was broke and had nothing | |
By any mean necessary, let' s go | |
I jump from January to January | |
I got places to go I got people to see | |
It cost ya 20, 000 to here my voice on these beats | |
I cut my girl off its to many fish in the sea | |
Fishscale in the house, its like we at Captain D' s | |
It don' t bother me that he go more than me | |
You know its loyalty over royalties | |
Got the bail money for you the lawyer b' s | |
I' m selling Florida keys, I' m selling Cali Weed | |
My Chinese plug sending pills, its insanity | |
She only 2 already using profanity | |
My amigo friend said I made a bill annually | |
You call them niggas yo robbing crew | |
I call them niggas family | |
Hounds and bills, yeah I know them well | |
Gotta weight my coke with this scale they wait a whale | |
In my trap house, I got that fish scale | |
It' s like a nail, sharp the way I work my clientele | |
Six hell form, I' m alone I make the mail | |
Keys to the city, yeah young juice man he the mayor | |
Stupid with the plug, and I' m a jig it off | |
200 hunned thousand dollars in mode | |
All I know is ball, in these streets grow | |
32 free bands and we want it all | |
Drop a 36, dump it like I' m john wall | |
Skrit in the pot now my money in the wall |
Yeah nigga, we real mother fucking working my hood nigga | |
We don' t get no sleep | |
We stayed down through them street lights | |
Spots opened day and night | |
We work out trap houses | |
Got a lot of bells pilled up | |
All I want is commas | |
I got a lot of money | |
Everybody know the streets | |
I' m the voice of the streets | |
I just slipped in the project | |
I' m talking 2 hunned dollar rent | |
Plus I ain' t got no water bill | |
And I got illegal cable still | |
All I want is commas, I got dope boy money | |
Black amigo know it' s stunting | |
Now I' m million dollar hustling | |
For rapping bout my days of hustling | |
When I was broke and had nothing | |
By any mean necessary, let' s go | |
I jump from January to January | |
I got places to go I got people to see | |
It cost ya 20, 000 to here my voice on these beats | |
I cut my girl off its to many fish in the sea | |
Fishscale in the house, its like we at Captain D' s | |
It don' t bother me that he go more than me | |
You know its loyalty over royalties | |
Got the bail money for you the lawyer b' s | |
I' m selling Florida keys, I' m selling Cali Weed | |
My Chinese plug sending pills, its insanity | |
She only 2 already using profanity | |
My amigo friend said I made a bill annually | |
You call them niggas yo robbing crew | |
I call them niggas family | |
Hounds and bills, yeah I know them well | |
Gotta weight my coke with this scale they wait a whale | |
In my trap house, I got that fish scale | |
It' s like a nail, sharp the way I work my clientele | |
Six hell form, I' m alone I make the mail | |
Keys to the city, yeah young juice man he the mayor | |
Stupid with the plug, and I' m a jig it off | |
200 hunned thousand dollars in mode | |
All I know is ball, in these streets grow | |
32 free bands and we want it all | |
Drop a 36, dump it like I' m john wall | |
Skrit in the pot now my money in the wall |