Yelawolf & DJ Paul - Light Switch | Текст песни

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• Yelawolf & DJ Paul
• Light Switch

Gold teeth on my silver spoon, fuck the face on that paint job
Fuck yo boys from the pin up goons, white folks that you can’t drop
Yea that quarantine, sippin this both, we both for same highs
Get away, well that stretch bad
Pentagram for my paint box
Levi’s from a thrift shop, Busta Rhymes on my feed, fuck!
That exactly not real, now play stuck in my keats, what?
Mouth’s all in that JOB, flame dipped on that cheeba cheeba
Six poppin that game, up yours
Me closing these green Adidas
Strappin from the pop home, carpet pass for them M80’s
Drug pills in my watch like it’s no folks to this gym daily
This dope, tripped out
Tied out, brain fried
Mouthful, lips out
Mushrooms, stack trot
Back workin that overdose, got a half that owe me the crystal full
Young girls in the web trap
Brain washed like I’m finished, I’m cool
Take some of this blood soon
Can’t fuck with just me and you
Blood pass me that 22
Witchcraft and the bitches blew
Yea

(Hook)
Light switch, head down
Baby shut the motherfuckin pyro
Ain’t that a bitch? Fuck yall
Gotta hit my neighbor up just to make a call
Light switch, fuck yall
I’m up there with no pen, I’mma write it all
That’s right bitch, I’mma turn it on
Lookin at this shit, it’s like click to a light switch

(Verse)
I do my long nights with the top on it
Drink it down til the spit bad
Mad the action up floorboards
Role models can’t get that
My whole model is just left
Laugh it off and just get mad
Either way I’m up on the roof
Think of revolver, throw bricks at
Antarctica’s in my genes, middle fingers and pipe bombs
That tower stay in 13 with no damn , right ma?
Fit your group over that bim
Free songs to my white males
Our truth to this lost world
Rotate til I fight real
Give thanks to the microwave
I’m a chef and I’m rolling on it
Try to cook a banana peel
For me you baby just smoked on
Tin foil with a big pin makes no smoke, good smoke
Before the damsel was paint in red
Oh wait, more than one way to use a Colt
Scopes over them crossed bones
There’s no face to vibe us all
Clubber talkin that deep south
Go pop pills like Pyro
Don’t speak Spanish, they can’t manage
Quiet watching the fine cops
In the back suit with the mad life
Leaving dope boys in the pile box

(Hook)
Light switch, head down
Baby shut the motherfuckin pyro
Ain’t that a bitch? Fuck yall
Gotta hit my neighbor up just to make a call
Light switch, fuck yall
I’m up there with no pen, I’mma write it all
That’s right bitch, I’mma turn it on
Lookin at this shit, it’s like click to a light switch

(Verse)
Trench coats in the hallway
That doorman’s gotta know I’m gone
But when Pac left with them safe keys
That empty gap is a short draw
Babies all in that grave sight
Tears drop on that Jesus piece
Bad flows, Johnny Cash
From Pac style and you leave in peace
My stripes red stripes
White stores, blue night
That bed is open, the trailer park
Some bitch flashin them blue lights
Psychological motherfucker,
Power trip and they best look down
Statue go with a steel cage
Finna make a grown man act a clown
Tight threads on them, grab a rose
Old school with them rusty goods
Baby seats full of crystal meth
High rich but the money’s good
Show sticks and then pops his hair
Buy the liquor, smoke by the case
Watching over this in my land
Til the butt, nothing goes to waste
Bridge trappin the nation’s bid
Oh how they just savor it
Hoods droppin like fly shit
They got a plan for you, just wait for it
That statue was a major bitch
But man I feel liberated
Took this shit like a dome beater
I had a while, I innovated

(Hook)
Light switch, head down
Baby shut the motherfuckin pyro
Ain’t that a bitch? Fuck yall
Gotta hit my neighbor up just to make a call
Light switch, fuck yall
I’m up there with no pen, I’mma write it all
That’s right bitch, I’mma turn it on
Lookin at this shit, it’s like click to a light switch

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