Its those White Lighters, can't trust them at all
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[Hook: Zay Rondon]
I walk around with white lighters like b**h I wanna die
[?] like I'll catch a homicide
Watch your mouth, yo, I'm the quiet guy
And I don't forget a thing, no I don't trust your lies
[Verse 1: Zay Rondon]
You're getting too hyped you need to shut up and vibe
But I'm gonna chill for a while, maybe come back tonight
If she comes back with me, I'll make her cum fast tonight
Should've worried about your daughter, she'll be back by nine
'Cause the rest of the night I ain't got sh** to do
To be honest it can never be just me and you
I'm selfish, I ain't sh**, but still smelly
Your level headed stressing, but your hoe had to address me
Call me ranch 'cause I be dressing
Cash 'cause I get it
High roller, bet it all, like I really got a d**h wish
Low life, [?]
Getting friends on my b**hes, but still get your throat piped
Now I transition to a [?] hood, it's all good
No matter where I go, I still float all hood
And I put so [?]
[?], b**h!
[Hook]
[Outro]
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters, (f** them b**hes up!)
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters
White Lighters, (What what what!)