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lirik lagu stanwill & nasaan - lime light

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[intro: stanwill]
hit him with—
if i catch him, i’ma hit him with that fye fye (hit him with the move, david)
if i catch him, i’m gon’ him with that fye fye
if i catch him, bet i hit him with that— huh, huh (you’re not makin’ this easy, kyle)

[chorus: stanwill]
if i catch him, i’m gon’ him with that fye fye
i’m uppin’ ar when i slide to make him cha~cha
i just blew two hundred on some pasta
i just threw a four up in my soda like i drop fives

[verse 1: stanwill]
she think i give a f~ck, she keep on sayin’ she gon’ leave me
how i’m stuntin’, probably make this sh~t look easy
sh~t was bad, now i’m good, boy, the pockets built like peezy
if i told you what i made today, you wouldn’t believe me
blew me like a candle ’cause i’m icy like a piece of cake
he ain’t bought no tickets to a concert, but he seen a drac’
french kissing with my coffee cup, we doin’ pda
i’ve been runnin’ that sh~t up for years, still don’t need a break

[verse 2: nasaan]
the lil’ k a classic, take care of me, i need the drac’
detroit sh~t so ghetto, snuck my fire through the tsa
lil’ b~tch showin’ out, ain’t wanna argue every single day
she caught me tryna make up, okay, cool, i’m ’bout to beat her face
beat her p~ssy, peter case, i wrap it up like jesus day
these big~ass vs diamonds in my bezel, can’t even see the face
my dog pull up cybertruck like f~ck it, throw the key away
when you make this much, you get escorted when you leave the bank
and my b~tch ghetto, peezy, her skin color reese’s
i never f~ck with none of my n~ggas’ b~tches, that’s too easy
a n~gga try to hold me and my brothers, gotta see me
we f~ck around, drop an m on doggy brother like luigi
[verse 3: stanwill]
with all this vs water on me, i look like a squeegee
i raced off on the troopers, they can’t fl!ck me with these deezies
like baby, i ain’t cheat, i got my d~ck sucked by lil’ phoebe
i caught him in the winter, bullets rip right through his ‘cleezy
hutchy like police or somethin’, they keep tryna freeze me
f~ck this limelight, i still’ll up my lemon squeezie
your b~tch want my f~ckin’ sack, i call her kuechly
n~gga, what you make a year, i blow it weekly

[verse 4: nasaan]
what a n~gga makin’ in a year i spend on jewelry
my b~tch bad as h~ll, ain’t got no class, this sh~t truancy
i’m bored as h~ll, playin’ a game of checkers on my louis brief
hoes walkin’ up, “are you the slime?”, b~tch, you know it’s me
kel~tec, i fold it, he gon’ cry for you like jodeci
my b~tch doin’ lines, but they smooth, she doin’ poetry
diamonds on me dancin’ to the left and hit they shoulder lean
my dog pourin’ quagen up, he mix it with the soda cream

[outro: stanwill]
if i catch him, i’m gon’ him with that fye fye
i’m uppin’ ar when i slide to make him cha~cha
i just blew two hundred on some pasta
i just threw a four up in my soda like i drop fives


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