Ty Fyffe - Lights Out lyrics

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Ty Fyffe - Lights Out lyrics

[Verse One: Copywrite] You've been tryin' to promote like Mike Jones all summer You gave your number Out to the public but only got called once and it was a wrong number Who's better? Name who's one on the list You runnin' your lips but nothings coming out cause he doesn't exist I pump hunger in every one of my sh**s Young hungry Pun, under 21 guzzling Schlitz Add a little coke, lace it with some dust too Call the buddha King Koopa, I'm chasin' it with mushrooms Plus two shots of Henny on the rocks And if the beat's nuts/Beatnuts I'll take it like Jenny From The Block Remy in my thermos nervous cause if anybody Search us got a semi auto and a Henny bottle I just purchased Workin' self, it ain't work it's just words I just put it together to work on the nerve Of whoever purchased or burned it Old school, new school, need to drop out I Burn Baby Burn like weed in 'Pac's mouth I turn crazy curves so please do not shout Ambitionz of a Ridah tryin' to skate from the cops route Without a penny, haters wanna make a knife slice in ya Imagine their actions if my name was in lights like Splenda First they love ya then they hate ya, then they crave your failure That's just the name of The Game like Jayceon Taylor Y'all vagina rappers Motherf**ers thought I got in a squabble with Mike Shinoda's DJ Y'all only left Minor scratches Twist the story lines if ya want We'll leave you cats bleeding, period, when it's the time of the month Five pound in the trunk to light someone up You'll be like a child in a bathtub, you might wanna duck No mirage, the flow God, breathin' the witty bars Dawg, I go hard like I'm leavin' a titty bar [Verse Two: Catalyst] Who else other than the God? The Elohim The One on his Neo thing I'm the C.O. king Gettin' neck like a guillotine I'm hard to k**, far as sk**? sh**, I think I'm Crazy like Cee-Lo Green You wanna try? Bring your team You don't wanna die Better have a couple 9's on you like Gino Green Tryin' to get kilo cream With no kids so I always keep a hat on down south like Chingo Bling So I don't have to share a single thing When I blow up and throw chips around like it's a casino scene But when the chips are down A n***a hittin' ever lick in town Till my crime record can't fit the file And when they get to trial, f** that, skippin' trial Tryin' to hold more liquor down than my n***a can And get blunted out, puffin' clouds So high, Fat Al couldn't talk me into comin' down So I don't think you n***as wanna clown The last one who did it, hit him so hard the n***a spun around So fast in a circle that it drilled him underground In my town, I don't f** around k** him for the crown So any thug rapper, can get cut faster Than a Dutch Master, for his blood plasma You wanna come last cause Anything I spit automatically outshine any verse that come after To learn you dumb ba*tards, behold I'm the whole, you ain't even one half of Seein' what you lack of Mister, I have your sister givin' me a back rub f** her in the shower till I'm skeetin' in your bathtub When I beat her back up Think a n***a frontin' But my wood stay hittin' somethin' like Derek Jeter bat does Hottest n***a outta my city, blowin' the state up You can't find a wallet to fit me, the more I cake up That's why the fans pollying with me showin' me crazy love Like Bobby and Whitney before the break up My God Crazy madness Stackin' the doe like Kathrine and Joe makin' crazy Jacksons Yeah Gettin' money this year You like Tracy Chapman You dread gettin' ugly in here n***a honestly, you don't wanna bring the beast outta me He's an animal, a cannibal who eats hourly Dawg, can't possibly, stop a n***a hot as me from burnin' y'all Hard to lose.. Ahh

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