Sparkle

Sparklin'

Lo-a, Lo-a

Lo-a, Lo-a

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

(Sparklin') Bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a, sparklin')

Diamond runners, strangers in paradise

Hobo flats, sugar cane alley-scats, Lo in parade

With the Black Spades, Courvoisier spillin' on the rocks

Intoxicating the satin dolls with his private dance

And it don't stop 'til the midnight, this glass got me right

Only live Lo light, then drown in the Mo' Dom

On to the disco, Sisqo got me laced

Scorch a half a quart, then E&J get chased

Bronx vigilantes, call us big wheelers

Diamond crook avengers, Sheba doll stealers

Give me sunshine, dada, a twenty-one convincer salute

For the Africana, Midnight Express, how we do

Hold my razors, beaucoup, jiggas and figures of Coolie facin'

Shadow boxers, undercover faggot lovers

Dig my Satin Struthers, Coolie High way up in the sky

Throw in the fly, car wash bubble out

In a grandstand land, Goldie everyday

Sip the slick in the style, stick ya self, stick ya self, swap out

Every district bring the mischief, sing the Sweetback

Blaze the skama, drop the rag, push the seat back

Diamanté catch reflect off the chrome rim

Private stock drenched me, I can't stop from bubblin'

Alley cat anthem, always bless the 'istol

Jungle Brown and C-Smoke complete the Lo official (Sparklin')

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

(Sparklin') Bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

(Sparklin') Bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

(Sparklin') Bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Welcome to Chardonnay heaven, it's the seven layers of pleasure

My genuine draft with the Lo-a accurate measures

Precision on beats if your Camp is wanted wherever

I'm bringin' the rain, clappin' rhythms to stormy weathers

Bruh, kissin' to Quiet Fire, higher will get us lower

Starfish and Coffee diggin', riggin' in shattered lifers

We only jive talkin', razor keep cotton squawkin'

Blazin' the loose cannons on top of white diamond sands

Street corner symphonies spillin', course there's a lower twistin'

Brown Hornet keepin' it nappy, keeps on keepin' on

Curious shades of black gleamin' off the roof of the 'Ac

Don't know how to act, wildin' with a nonchalant pack

Slappin' the theives with the unbelieves that'd be

Shakin' your block with the six million dollar bot

Just stop the bloodclot tears, for years, we airtight

Another flight into the Fahrenheit, Harlem night

I'm shankin' your thoughts, keepin' the Lo blade sharp for life

It's a jungle masquerade and we forever stone trife

Now check out the con comin' from the island of ice

No contact with shiest bubblin' with Mr. Midnight

And talkin' the jive, flirt-acious with cases of slick

And shovelin' herb, hip-tone from Black Belt Jones

That Ebony junction that be the function, yo, dig it

Time to shake a leg, get up in the wind suga (Sparklin')

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

(Sparklin') Bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

(Sparklin') Bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

(Sparklin') Bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

Got the bubbly (Lo-a) pourin' through me (Lo-a)

(Sparklin') It's the Lo-a pourin' through me

It's the Lo-a pourin' through me (Geechi Suede)

It's the Lo-a pourin' through me (Sparklin')

It's the Lo-a pourin' through me (With the Cheeba)

Get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on (How we do it)

Get the drizzy on, it's the Lo-a (Sparklin')

Courvoisier, Alizé, uh

Yeah, get your drizzy on

How we flow, team, get the drizzy on

For the Tri-state, get the drizzy on

(Sparklin') Yeah

Get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on