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Lightweight Lyrics


T. Mills Lightweight


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Can't nobody pimp me?
Neighbors home, I'm f..cking while they listening.
Black girls are siblings,
I got a thing for sisters, you with me?

Yeah, I'm high as a bitch.
Pull the sheets off the bed.
She ghost ride the dick,
and I really gotta ask,
is there flash on the camera?
Cause your face from California,
But your ass from Atlanta.

Oh
First time, she was gaspin forever
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever

Put it on your tongue, taste that.
And lemme get it from the back, take that.
And you ain't gotta be shy,
When the video leak,
You know the critics gon' rate that.

Yeah do that shit,
Said ya man hold it down,
better move that shit.
Go

Seven grams in a blunt,
It's lightweight.
Every day I double cup,
It's lightweight.
Your girl wanna f..ck,
It's lightweight.

When you see me in the club, you might hate,
It's lightweight, lightweight.
It's lightweight, lightweight.
It's lightweight, lightweight.
It's lightweight, lightweight.

I'm having sex in the city, Carrie Bradshaw.
Motherfucker, I see the same pussy your dad saw.
Yeah, I'm official like a gun and a badge drawn.
And gettin paid while I f..ck em with my vans on.

She ain't a bitch like a lunchin.
But she a pro, she don't even need instructions.
Light another one,'
before the blunt ends.
I want you, you want her, and your drunk friend.

I wake up with no pants on.
Ménage à trois in Paris.
Yeah, I had to get my France on.
And then I let her get her dance on.
She let me bust on her face when her man gone.

And she love to do gymnastics.
So I tell her to come over and we practice.

Yeah do that shit.
Said ya man hold it down,
better move that shit.
Go

Seven grams in a blunt,
It's lightweight.
Every day I double cup,
It's lightweight.
Your girl wanna f..ck,
It's lightweight.

When you see me in the club, you might hate,
It's lightweight, lightweight.
It's lightweight, lightweight.
It's lightweight, lightweight.
It's lightweight, lightweight.

Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Where the money at?
Hit the lotto, girl.
Where the money at?
Hit the lotto, girl.
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl

She a motherfuckin' ligthweight.
It's all motherfuckin' lightweight.

Seven grams in a blunt,
It's lightweight.
Every day I double cup,
It's lightweight.
Your girl wanna f..ck,
It's lightweight.

When you see me in the club, you might hate,
It's lightweight, lightweight.
It's lightweight, lightweight.
It's lightweight, lightweight.
It's lightweight, lightweight.



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