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21 Savage

Genres: Hip-Hop

Need A Lighter Lyrics - 21 Savage

I like my bitches bossy 

This Lacoste fit, it cost me 

A couple grammys on me now, I'm tryna get 'em off me 

I'm tryna get a Grammy 

And beach house in Miami 

My bitch might need a Beamer 

Right now she drive a Camry 

That hundred round like family 

I ride around with it 

Might hit a lick and smoke a pound 

I'm really down with it 

If I see them lights flash I'ma down imam down hill it 

That mean I ain't stoppin', turn up like I ain't poppin' 

Nigga who is you and where you from? you ain't poppin' 

Fuck you call this phone for if you ain't shopping 

Rather not do club hopping, I like bank hopping 

Walk out that bitch with them bags like I'm bank robbing 

Don't compare us to these niggas cause they ain't mobbing 

They starving, bitch I'm cooking like I'm J. Harden 

Watch young nigga go and get it quick as clay hardens 

If you ain't getting digits, nigga say nothing 

 

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We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters 

We got army guns like the fucking fighters 

Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve 

Talk her out her panties if I say the right words 

Promise I don't think I could get any higher 

Had to write a thank you note to my supplier 

Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir 

Cut the lights on, fuck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit 

Couple VVS's on my neck the way my diamonds hit 

I was 13, robbin' niggas, drinking that brown bitch 

Riding in a drop with a Glock and a fucking stick 

VVS all on my neck, hold up 

100 round drum in that TEC, hold up 

Pull up on you in a 'Vette, hold up 

Pull up, bitches break their neck, hold up 

Pull up on you in a ghost, hold up 

Pull up, break your bitch's throat, hold up 

Niggas think I make money rapping but bitch I'm still selling dope 

I'm in DC with my nigga Lightshow 

Went to Avianne now my fucking ice glow 

And I keep a pistol everywhere that I go 

I don't need no fucking shooter, young Savage gon' blow 

 

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We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters 

We got army guns like the fucking fighters 

Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve 

Talk her out her panties if I say the right words 

Promise I don't think I could get any higher 

Had to write a thank you note to my supplier 

Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir 

Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire 

 

Please don't hit the lights, that shit is bright 

Please don't hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite 

Please don't hit the lights, chopper on the seat inside 

Please don't hit the lights, I might have to spend the night 

At the jailhouse, wait inside that bitch 'til I get bailed out 

Outed by a black cop, damn he a sellout 

Most these niggas rats, they walkin' 'round here with they tail out 

Ain't eyeballing shit, I whip this motherfucking scale out 

I thank god for rap but I'm a motherfucking trap god 

Lot of niggas down so my first speed dial is my strap guy 

I didn't go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys 

Finna pull up really really deep like a capper 

We get product and we split that shit up like a hot pie 

My bitch like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie 

AR-15 bullet 'bout the same length as a hot fry 

Wore that bitch's own designer bag like a fly guy 

 

We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters 

We got army guns like the fucking fighters 

Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve 

Talk her out her panties if I say the right words 

Promise I don't think I could get any higher 

Had to write a thank you note to my supplier 

Please don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir 

Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire 

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