Light This Bitch Up - 42 Dugg, Baby Money, Coach Joey

Usually niggas make a sad song when they lose somebody

I’ma turn up for you

You know Courville, it ain’t too far from Whittier

You feel me?

(Joey)

Free them boys, yeah

Ayy, coupes for the summer, nine hundred for the runners

Catch a bitch stealin' plays, I’ma punt her

Yeah, my niggas back, bitch, I’m still into frontin'

Yeah, my youngins strapped, throw a couple in her bundle

Ain’t no hoes gettin' spared, Golden Sun for the kit

All the polos came from meds, I got brothers in the feds

I got niggas doin' life

Sent a couple down in Houston, Joe, but they ain’t movin' pints

Thirty-five a pound of ice, nigga, light this bitch up

Heard a nigga hatin' on me, I’ll wipe his bitch buffs

Pay that ho to suck dick, bro, don’t like how she fuck

If she ain’t switchin', I ain’t with it

Heard he snitchin', but he ain’t livin'

That’s on my nigga

Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features

If she ain’t suckin' dick, baby, I’m gone, but nice to meet you

Bitch, the whole team ballin', used to sit inside the bleachers

They kicked me out of school, I was tryna serve the teachers

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up (Ayy, coach me, Joey)

I’ll light this bitch up like it’s Christmas time (Light it up)

Had a couple million dollars 'fore I spit a rhyme (Facts)

Had a couple Rollies blown 'fore they knew the time (Blown)

I just put it on a bag, I don’t know the time (Don't know it)

Bitch, you must like when you struggle

The prices goin' up, shit, I like it when I double

If you trickin', we can juggle on the prices for the summer

Imagine flying coach, bitch, you used to be a stuffer (Bitch)

Left wrist is froze up, all white, my rose buffs

They can’t control us, big Benz and Rolls trucks

Huh, spend a million on a crib

If a nigga talk crazy, we gon' pop up where he live (Bitch)

Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features

If she ain’t suckin' dick, baby, I’m gone, but nice to meet you

Bitch, the whole team ballin', used to sit inside the bleachers

They kicked me out of school, I was tryna serve the teachers

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up (Ayy)

Longsleeves for the winter, eleven hundred just on dinner

You gon' cuff?

(What you gon' do?), I’ma spin her (Yeah)

Tell her fuck one of my niggas, we don’t trust none of these bitches

Put my trust inside this pistol, we gon' bust one of you niggas (Bitch)

Ayy, ain’t gotta wait, you know we got the cake (Talk to 'em)

I get one-twenty every day, my plug named Dr. Dre

Bitch, you can hear a pin drop when I cop the K (We solid)

I’m sendin' niggas to the stars, and I ain’t got a Wraith (We outta there)

But this Benz got two seats and it ain’t got no plates (Come on)

They both friends, they two freaks, and they ain’t got no waist (I love you)

Don’t do Xans, off two P’s, I think I’m outer space (Yeah)

Rockin' Chanel, that’s two C’s, we rollin' anyway

Yeah, the prices goin' up on the features

If she ain’t suckin' dick, baby, I’m gone, but nice to meet you

Bitch, the whole team ballin', used to sit inside the bleachers

They kicked me out of school, I was tryna serve the teachers

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up

We’ll light this bitch up, I’ll light this bitch up