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lighta lighta - grabbz lyrics

yeah
buckroll
what i want everybody to do
is get your motherf*cking lighters in the sky
and start putting some motherf*cking flames in the air
let’s go
yeah
turn it up, turn it
lighta, lighta
lighta, lighta

let me get a flame from that bic
lighta, lighta
put up unno
lighta, lighta
let me get a flame from that bic
lighta, lighta
put up unno
lighta, lighta

who’s hot? we hot
tell dem seh fi stop
bun up everything inna we path

i started with a gram, the sh*t was just soda
still i flipped it ’til i ate and then i made my quota
turn a half a ball to a ball and then into a quarter
before you know it, i’m exporting at the border
my hustle’s out of order, you can call it a disorder
but i eat beats for breakfast, you can hear from the recorder
let me get a flame from that bic
thirty days to mold her, she a mule and a bit
my uncle’s in ohio and he paged me for a brick
some more of them pills in exchange for some sticks
the car that she’s driving’s already been stripped
like a bad b*tch in a club collecting her tips
lighta, lighta

lighta, lighta

let me get a flame from that bic
who’s hot? we hot
tell dem seh fi stop
bun up everything inna we path

i’ve been a pyro, this really nothing new
they say i got dragon breath so i release it in the booth

this sh*t is testimony, just consider it proof
the judge banged the gavel, charged with lyrical abuse
my innocence is cloudy, it got stripped from a youth
and i’m talking way before i even got my first tooth
sh*t big to you but to me it’s minute
no fork in the road but i’ma make my own route
can’t stop the commute, we can’t hear you on mute
ain’t sh*t to dispute, you gon’ give me that loot
i’m a hustler but it so happens i know how to shoot
know just where i’m coming from, they hailing salute
i’m bringing the roots

we coming from the ground up, tsunami type flow
these n*ggas want me drowned dem
let me get a flame from that bic

lighta
lighta, lighta

lighta
lighta

who’s hot? we hot
tell dem seh fi stop
bun up everything inna we path

i’m *rs*nic with the flow, i’ma burn it to the floor
this sh*t is overbearing but they say they wanted more
i’ma give it to ’em ’cause this flow’s been restored
no applause for the pause but i’ma catch up with the sauce
i’m a real boss, don’t ask me what it cost
these are vacuum sealed bars, you couldn’t smell ’em if you want
i only do what i was taught, i haunt this paper like a poltergeist

you know i spit this sh*t so precise
i’m off the needle like the record spin
and i leave a bad taste in your mouth like tonic and gin
let me get a flame from that bic
reappear like magic, the feeling’s nostalgic
lighta, lighta

let me get a flame from that bic
who’s hot? we hot
tell dem seh fi stop
bun up everything inna we path

- grabbz lyrics

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