T. Mills - Lightweight

www.tmillsmusic.com From "Thrillionaire" (2012) Lyrics : Go Can't nobody pimp me Neighbors home, I'm fuckin while they listenin Black girls are siblings I got a thing for sisters, you with me? Yeah, I'm high as a bitch Pull the sheets off the bed She ghost ride the dick And I really gotta ask, Is there flash on the camera? 'Cause your face from California But your ass from Atlanta, oh First time, she was gaspin forever Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever Put it on your tongue, taste that And lemme get it from the back, take that And you ain't gotta be shy When the video leak You know the critics gon' rate that Yeah do that shit Said ya man hold it down, better move that shit Go Seven grams in a blunt It's lightweight Every day I double cup It's lightweight Your girl wanna fuck It's lightweight When you see me in the club, you might hate It's lightweight, lightweight It's lightweight, lightweight It's lightweight, lightweight It's lightweight, lightweight I'm having sex in the city, Carrie Bradshaw Motherfucker, I see the same pussy your dad saw Yeah, I'm official like a gun and a badge drawn And gettin paid while I fuck em with my vans on She ain't a bitch like a (??) But she a pro, she don't even need instruction Light another one before the blunt ends I want you, you want her, and your drunk friend I wake up with no pants on Ménage à trois in Paris Yeah, I had to get my France on And then I let her get her dance on She let me bust on her face when her man gone And she love to do gymnastics So I tell her to come over and we practice Yeah do that shit Said ya man hold it down, better move that shit Go Seven grams in a blunt It's lightweight Every day I double cup It's lightweight Your girl wanna fuck It's lightweight When you see me in the club, you might hate It's lightweight, lightweight It's lightweight, lightweight It's lightweight, lightweight It's lightweight, lightweight Pop a bottle, pop a bottle, pop a bottle, girl Pop a bottle, pop a bottle, pop a bottle, girl Where the money at? Hit the lotto, girl Where the money at? Hit the lotto, girl Pop a bottle, pop a bottle, pop a bottle, girl Pop a bottle, pop a bottle, pop a bottle, girl She a motherfuckin' ligthweight It's all motherfuckin' lightweight Seven grams in a blunt It's lightweight Every day I double cup It's lightweight Your girl wanna fuck It's lightweight When you see me in the club, you might hate It's lightweight, lightweight It's lightweight, lightweight It's lightweight, lightweight It's lightweight, lightweight