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Дата випуску: 14.11.2019
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Light up |
My girl got mad 'cause she thought I said my ex on my back |
Haha, nah I said the X on my back, yo |
(Hesami!) |
X what up? |
It’s GORRRDO! |
It’s a Bronx thing, fuck yeah (BX) |
I’m the Don King, I’m up here (Woo!) |
Just washin' my knife, a lot of stuff here |
We buy from the Heights, then cut it up here (Right) |
Every week we workin' |
Once you reach then the heats’ll surface (True) |
Can’t buy blocks if the streets is purchased |
They’ll toe tag you, that defeats the purpose (Get it?) |
Might 'em sleep in the bag like they in camp with me (Damn!) |
Just bring his moms and his aunt to me (Damn!) |
Y’all buggin, he just ant to me (Haha) |
That used to run to the garden, Carmelo Anthony (Woo!) |
Joe askin' the Bronx who can rap for the throne (What up boy?) |
Told Crack, me and Axel Leon (That's right) |
Black bandana on the back of the chrome (Bla-ouw!) |
Better leave them rappers alone, huh |
Who would’ve thought that the Bronx come to life |
We’d celebrate with a toast |
And let it off in the night? |
We let the shit light up |
Even when the cops come round |
We gon' make the shit light up |
(Ayo, make this shit light up, look) |
Even when the cops come round |
We gon' make it blow |
Uh, even when the cops come, the Eagle lift 'em off the block |
Leave him where his pops from, Tommy draws, Tom Ford |
Tommy got a Tommy, they say Tommy got a shotgun |
I’m Tom Cruise, brown leather bomber, call me Top Gun |
Timbs on, Bronx bomber nigga on a iPhone |
Trappin', I be trappin' hope the Feds ain’t tappin' my phone |
Pretty V, leather seats from Italy like Calzone |
Brand new, like literally, no miles on, VROOM! |
I’m young, I don’t say my age 'cause they say I’m agin' |
But I booked stages after stages like ya favorite agent |
I made arrangements with a angel that look Asian |
But I’m on the major (?) with a Asian that I met at Angels |
Fuck that, I wasn’t shit from the jump |
Grip tits, pinch nipples, fuck bitches and front |
Pink slip, whip drips while I’m grippin' the pump |
Out the window like this isn’t a stunt |
Them Bronx niggas make it light up… |
Who would’ve thought that the Bronx come to life |
We’d celebrate with a toast |
And let it off in the night? |
We let the shit light up |
Even when the cops come round |
We gon' make the shit light up |
Even when the cops come round |
We gon' make it blow |