So what do you want me to do? I played by your rules and now i'm fucked You chewed me up and spit me out A faceless number in your eyes Destroy
Yellow model chick Yellow bottle sipping Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That sh-t look like a toupee I get what you get in 10
Light me up put me on top, let's Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la Light me up put me on top, let's Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la The only place you'll wanna
friends We'll raise some hell where the black top ends I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window
top now, and i did it my way, told them haters hit the highway, said I remember the days I would write songs (write songs), about the day when I could turn the lights
know we're gonna make it, And when we reach the top, I know we're gonna take it, Everybody loves it, I know they're gonna hate it, Top number one, I
before Bashing in the brains of these hoes And establishing a name as he goes The passion and the flame is ignited You cant put it out once we light
that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad I'm attracted to her for her attractive ass And now we murderers because we kill time I knock her lights out
Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for
all around Feelin' kinda stuck these days because of you And I'd be on the highway If only I could leave my place because of you I used to be on top
Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly
. Diddy] (Uh-huh, yeah yeah) Yeah, uhh Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out) Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out
1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a voice sing out
talkin' lights, camera, action Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin' With me for real, it's gone be somethin' Yeah, I'm talkin' lights
just a walk about I light a long L and just blowin' the smoke about See, we serious wit it, they ain?t nothin to joke about And while I scope it out
when she callin Now she stressin textin sendin all them emails Braggin to all her friends like girl you know what he sells How ya riding young never can tell Light skin top
trip out to Houston A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans Street Dreams Tour, I sold my ass in New Orleans Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out
