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Young Thug - Light It Up (Official Audio)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Young Thug
Young Thug
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Paroles/Composition
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Ingénierie de mixage
BAINZ
BAINZ
Ingénierie de prise de son
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Production
Shaan Singh
Shaan Singh
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

That's my man (Man) Flood my wrist with all type of bands (Bands) I've been blossomin', all type of strands (Cash) Can you get your neck and wrist on flood? Yes I can (Blat, blat, ah) Light it up, light it up, (Woo) light it up, light it up (Woo) Light it up, light it up, (Woo) light it up, light it up (Woo) Light it up, light it up, (Woo) light it up, light it up (Woo) Light it up, light it up, (Woo) light it up, light it up (Woo) I just spilled sauce in the Benz Oh yes, I'ma do it again I just now turnt up my bitch And she just been shoppin' and shit Damn, I can't do nothin' with Jeezy And I plan on dyin' like this I had to Balmain my tweezers Now they just notice I'm lit .357 for my mama dem I was one of the ones with Obama dem I play it safe with my commas now Y'all niggas worse than your mamas now Ain't had to go to the pulpit I got to sit with the government I got a team up at Popeye's Even at the airport, we mob ties The Cartier frames are flooded I look at the Bentley Mulsanne with my mama Lil' shawty, lil' shawty, she bustin' Lil' shawty gon' fuck her a rich nigga, pants off Where is the chicken? Go right back to Popeye's Gotta give it the Pedro Light-skinned bitch with a dark side But I'll never go fuck up with bae, though Turn it up, burn it up, (Woo) burn it up, burn it up (Woo) Burn it up, burn it up, (Woo) burn it up, burn it up (Woo) Burn it up, burn it up, (Woo) burn it up, burn it up (Woo) Burn it up, burn it up, (Woo) burn it up, burn it up (Woo) It's way too late, just do it for the sake It's way too late, to try goin' on a date (Ayy, ayy) I took the pink one night Now I got the blue diamond in my face (Ba-bing) I done gave her the keys to the house Might as well gon' give her the code to the safe Can't replace him 'cause that's my man (My, my man) Shit, a hunnid though All hunnids in my hand (It's in my hand, yeah, yeah) Half a million to the chain gang, yeah the can (To the can, shit) 'Nother half a million spread it on my hands (Half a mil', yeah) Yeah, that's great, but can you catch my slang? (Woo) All I ever do is buy, I bought a Benz Fast cars get me through the traffic, Sandy Springs Paul Walker, this your Porsche, got turbo and the wings (2019) Aw baby, tell me what you wanted What you seen when you was out (Finesse) Tell me what you're trippin', what you're trippin' about (Yeah) You got karats on your toes and Your link and your spout (I got karats) Rose gold mixed with white and you rock cinnamon now (Rose) I done made you take the diamonds off from Tiffany now (Take them off) I done told you watch this planet, ain't no sympathy now (No sympathy) Gucci your neck, fuck boys, they been talkin' 'bout Spend a Gafford on your ring, now I'm ready to bow now Baby, let's go, woah, woah, woah Let's go (Woah), woah (Swag), woah (Wavy), woah Baby, let's go (Totally), woah (Uh), woah (Woah), woah (Woah) Go (Fantastic), woah, woah (Fantastic), woah (Let's go) I just spilled sauce in the Benz Oh yes, I'ma do it again I just now turnt up my bitch And she just been shoppin' and shit Damn, I can't do nothin' with Jeezy And I plan on dyin' like this I had to Balmain my tweezers Now they just notice I'm lit .357 for my mama dem I was one of the ones with Obama dem I play it safe with my commas now Y'all niggas worse than your mamas now Ain't had to go to the pulpit I got to sit with the government I got a team up at Popeye's Even at the airport, we mob ties (Yeah, baby, let's go) Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up (Let's go) Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up (Baby, let's go) Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up
Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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