You see the hits? Lightwork Uh, you see the hits? Lightwork Long sentence, got bars, I'm a lifer No more pics with niggas we don't really fuck with Drop the beat then she might twerk Mi nah pick up Pecknarm yeah? You see the ting that ah gwarn It's a

She is a little of everything Mixed up, so tough in a beautiful way She's got the world at her fingertips And she makes beauty look effortless And I want everything she is She is whatever she wants to be She hails from Boston, she hates the sounds of

Whoa oh wow, whoa oh wow She did what she came to do Saw what she came to see Took a good look around Made her some memories Never been there before She crossed it off the map Pedal down to the floor Now she ain't comin' back

Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah We too playa, yeah, we too playa Yeah (DJ Durel) The way we put this shit together, you know what I mean? Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean? I got this man on the saxophone You know what I

I think that she knows Those flashing lights come from everywhere She's got me love stoned The way they hit her I have to stop and stare Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows The way they hit her I just stop and stare I think that she knows, think that

Get high like Ali Ba, Chippi Chippi Niggas ain't fuckin' with me Wigglehot, Ali Ba, do the Chippi Chippi Yeah, ha, Mudboy Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa Chippi Chippi, I ain't get high in a minute I can't fuck with shorty, she got too many feelings

Sugar how you get so fly? Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceiling Before you play with fire, do think twice Sugar, how you get so fly? But sugar, how you get so fly? Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, hey She got cherry lips, angel eyes

That girl's my best friend You'll never understand And you don't know we've been through She's the only one who can No, you don't know how much I've got to lose You don't know her like I do 'Cause you don't know her like I do And there's no way you're

I got nobody to blame but me And I got nobody to blame but me I know right where I went wrong I know just what got her gone Turned my life into this country song She took down the photograph Of our wedding day Ripped it down the middle And threw my half

My bitches, bad (Bitch!) And she ain't going for that (Naw!) Got every color Birkin bag (Every color) Just to make them bitches mad (Mad!) Balmains on her ass Booty so big got to look when she pass I'm a let her drive the Bentley (Bentley!) Fuck it might