Lil Wayne - Light Years (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - Light Years (en) Lyrics
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They give her bread, I give her head
I'm light years ahead, gone
I know she gon' hold the gun for me
Hold it down in court, and
hold her tongue for me
She swallow all my kids,
then pop a gun for me
Makes some runs for me, all
the way cross country
She love me, she even
rep the blood for me
I said the plug trippin'
She gon' pull the plug
for me, I love it
And all she know is Young Money
Her ex is always trippin',
nigga is too clumsy
Make up on the pillow, make
me wanna kill her
But she naked in the villa,
taking E I call it Sheila
I took half of a half, she
took 3 like Reggie Miller
I just feel her like chinchilla,
had to kill her, Bryson Tiller
I know they gon' play this over,
wrinkles on my shoulder
My face all in her chocha, for
my bae go South Dakota
But my bae go even lower
on that roller coaster
She just want a Tesla roadster,
I'ma get her somethin' slower
Bet a Bentley Truck to show her,
tinted up to hide her ass
Who in that Wraith behind her ass,
you ain't even got to ask
She ain't even gotta dance, thinkin'
boutta a wider ass
And she already gotta an ass,
leave it in the doctor hands
Other niggas, not a chance,
she already gotta dare
When I be in and out your ass,
baby you sound like jazz
You ask me can your partner crash,
you ain't even gotta ask
I'm breaking out the powder
bags, turn into Iron Man
What happens in this house
stays in this house
Don't worry 'bout that
If what happens in this house gets out
Go check your girl 'bout that
I'm 'bout to put you in my will,
where my attorney at
I ain't the type to turn my back,
got every type of Percocet
I'm working with the perfect
bitch, her body like 187
Then we come together,
then we cum together
Rainy weather, ain't it heaven
Ain't no telling what I think,
I think I'm ready
My lil married homie Terry talking
'bout a gangster wedding
Oh my god
She love me, even rep the blood for me
Goddamn
He give her bread, I give her head,
I'm light years ahead, pyoom
He give her bread, I give her head,
I'm light years ahead, gone
She lie in the bed, I lie in the
bed, the shower instead, yeah
We got out of the shower,
got back to the bed
That's flowers in bed, that's magic
She lie in the bed, then cry in the
bed, I lie on her leg, damn
See they give her bread, I give her
head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom
I know she gon' hold a gun for me
Always down in court and
hold her tongue for me
She swallow all my kids
and pop her gun for me
Make some runs for me, all
the way across country
She love me, yeah
Even wrap the blunt for me
She gon' pull the gun for me
All she know is Young Money
Ex is always trippin' niggas
too clumsy, Goddamn
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