25 Lighters
Исполнитель: DJ DMD f Lil` Keke and Fat Pat
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Love it man<br><br>25 lighters on my dresser yessir I gots to get paid<br>25 lighters on my dresser yessir I gots to get paid<br>I got 25 lighters for my 25 folks <br>Bout to break the mic then break 25 mo`<br>Bout to rip the track wit bout 25 flows<br>and I`m pimpin like a mac wit bout 25 hoes<br>25 fly carat diamonds in my ring<br>25 twelves in the trunk got to bang<br>Make moves to make a quick 25 mill<br>Come up so I can knock off big nine-nine Seville<br>Bout to take me bout 25 yellow bones home<br>Doin bad to make them 25 phone home<br>Call daddy sayin 25 got to go get `em, get `em<br>DMD done put it down 25 out the door<br>Hittin the highway doin 25 shows <br>25 Lil Mo`s slammin 25 doors<br>Representin fo` those holdin 25 screws in they deck<br>I`ma wreck and rip 25 crews quick<br><br>25 lighters on my dressa yessir, I gots to get paid<br>We got 25 lighters on the dresser yessir gots to get paid (2x)<br><br>[Lil` Keke]<br>I jumps up early and I yawns and stretch <br>Anotha day another dolla, `nother case to get<br>I take my time and realize that this game is real<br>I got my mind on firearms, but I`m swanging barbe grill<br>Gots to act real bad when i close red doors<br>I`m shootin spidas off my rims cuz I`m ridin on fours<br>And niggaz don`t understand that we be drinkin the norm<br>Never trust broads they`re frauds<br>On the `vard is where I sling when I claim my name<br>Back in the game Hershallwood, Texas regained<br>It`s the nine-eight and I`m jumpin in the mix <br>Rocks up on my wrists and got haters on my list <br>How ya like me now cause I`m real<br>Comin down piece and chain four shiny grills<br>gots to bring havack where them boys at<br>Fixin to break the mic now is that Fat Pat?<br><br>(chorus 2x)<br><br>[Fat Pat]<br>I`m so throwed in the game<br>Southside Playas, Skrewed Up click mayne<br>wit the finest set you can bet them smoove ass event<br>comin through this motherfucker man, hold up and set<br>Some niggaz catch me high like dat <br>and some niggaz act like they wanna pull a gat<br>but they betta watch out for the boy PAT<br>that`s them motherfuckin haters can they handle me<br>cause I be so throwed in this game<br>comin down on the swing<br>Grip wood grain on the shirt I leave a stain <br>Cause you try to jack a real true G<br>comin down the boulevard <br>can they see me swangin swangin swang till we live<br>Pop my trunk and give give give<br>Niggaz betta see a nigga roll<br>starched down and I`m rollin on eighty fours<br>If the nigga FAT represent the click <br>right up in the bowl and a whole lotta shit<br>Betta look around cause they don`t understand it<br>I`ma say, "Hold up!" and scream, "God dammit!"<br>Cause I`ma let the cat gone grip and gone take a trip<br>and it`s the empty clip just throw it off the ship <br>cause it`s a throwaway gat<br>It`s that Fat Pat, where them haters at where them haterss at <br>man love it man<br><br>(chorus)<br><br>love it man<br><br>That`s how we do it, DMD, Keke, Fat Pat<br>G`s in PA G`s in tha city G`s in the South so real (2X)