Light One Up Songtext
von Chip tha Ripper
Light One Up Songtext
Yeah
How many we got rolled up?
That′s not enough
Forever I'll be F-R-E dollar sign H
Chilling up at IHOP with the country fried steak
Super smooth Kenny G, and these raps be the sack
Shined up with the wax, bet them panties gon′ collapse
She just wanna hang out, I'm just tryna ugh
Such a nutty professor, but bitch I'm Buddy Love
Rolling up this eggplant, said it and I meant that
L.A. to the Chi, now I′m ′bout to head back
Cleveland is the city, and they fucking with me
A lot of niggas coming up can't say the same, you feel me?
Day to day killed ′em, sickest with the J's
F-R-E dollar sign H
Rip her soul, picked a foe, bitch is so difficult
Here we go, mandatory time wasted, sipping slow
Chilling though, she rolling up, hella shrimp, bubble gum
She mumbled up a great plan, I can roll the weed up
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain′t tripping, we good, fantastic
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain't tripping, we good, fantastic
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain′t tripping, we good, fantastic
Before you hit the fast lane, you gots to yield onto the e-way
Even if you got the fastest Porsche and Lamborghin-ay
Young boss niggas mean you got to do what we say
When you was our age, wasn't no iTunes or eBay
Only thing old heads know is old bread
New money on the mic, boy, drop that forehead
And pick it back up, now repeat that and let them feet tap
Let your body language shout out and give me some feedback
I need that to keep the vibe up, let me remind ya
We liver, nigga, and nobody gave me a dollar
I fucking earned it, making hoes regret that
They ain't let me hit that
And these weed brownies will blow your shit back
Mind control and time is slow and I be blowing
I be zoning, I be floating, hoping I can make some kind of dough
Some time ago, I figured out what life about, received the knowledge
Made up my mind to stay on this grind and
Because of it, I won′t be needing no college
Unless they request the presence of a young G
Peace to all the girls who don′t be shy when they come see
The coldest, now hands up over them shoulders
The boldest, the plan is to murder you phonies
Been rhyming since junior high, rocking zirconies
Now it's L′s and V's from head to toe on you jabronis
My nigga, we own this, me and Wes dream on shit
Getting paid forever while we zoning, now roll it
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain′t tripping, we good, fantastic
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain't tripping, we good, fantastic
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain′t tripping, we good, fantastic
How many we got rolled up?
That′s not enough
Forever I'll be F-R-E dollar sign H
Chilling up at IHOP with the country fried steak
Super smooth Kenny G, and these raps be the sack
Shined up with the wax, bet them panties gon′ collapse
She just wanna hang out, I'm just tryna ugh
Such a nutty professor, but bitch I'm Buddy Love
Rolling up this eggplant, said it and I meant that
L.A. to the Chi, now I′m ′bout to head back
Cleveland is the city, and they fucking with me
A lot of niggas coming up can't say the same, you feel me?
Day to day killed ′em, sickest with the J's
F-R-E dollar sign H
Rip her soul, picked a foe, bitch is so difficult
Here we go, mandatory time wasted, sipping slow
Chilling though, she rolling up, hella shrimp, bubble gum
She mumbled up a great plan, I can roll the weed up
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain′t tripping, we good, fantastic
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain't tripping, we good, fantastic
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain′t tripping, we good, fantastic
Before you hit the fast lane, you gots to yield onto the e-way
Even if you got the fastest Porsche and Lamborghin-ay
Young boss niggas mean you got to do what we say
When you was our age, wasn't no iTunes or eBay
Only thing old heads know is old bread
New money on the mic, boy, drop that forehead
And pick it back up, now repeat that and let them feet tap
Let your body language shout out and give me some feedback
I need that to keep the vibe up, let me remind ya
We liver, nigga, and nobody gave me a dollar
I fucking earned it, making hoes regret that
They ain't let me hit that
And these weed brownies will blow your shit back
Mind control and time is slow and I be blowing
I be zoning, I be floating, hoping I can make some kind of dough
Some time ago, I figured out what life about, received the knowledge
Made up my mind to stay on this grind and
Because of it, I won′t be needing no college
Unless they request the presence of a young G
Peace to all the girls who don′t be shy when they come see
The coldest, now hands up over them shoulders
The boldest, the plan is to murder you phonies
Been rhyming since junior high, rocking zirconies
Now it's L′s and V's from head to toe on you jabronis
My nigga, we own this, me and Wes dream on shit
Getting paid forever while we zoning, now roll it
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain′t tripping, we good, fantastic
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain't tripping, we good, fantastic
Light one up, pass it
I hope that bitch make it back, shit
Light one up, pass it
We ain′t tripping, we good, fantastic
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