| Ok, open up your eyes, I’m shining
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| Lights, she want the lights
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| She loves niggaz that glow man
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| He got her in the dark, no daylight for a while
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| But since you brought it up, I could be your I could be your
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| Glow when the light shine, gleam like the bright sun
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| Dream with the young Don, promise I’m the right one
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| Picture perfect background, all the way from H-Town
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| King with a new crown, never ever lay down
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| Crazy, take her to the limit off top
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| With a thirty karat bracelet, and the same for the watch
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| 7−13 baby, guess who the truth is
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| Pull out the driveway, new Benz roofless
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| Ke so ruthless, welcome to the life
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| When your world turn dark, baby I’ma get you right
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| Daytime night time, make her walk a straight line
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| Niggaz wanna hate now, I’ma make em break down
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| Call her Ms. Sunshine, physical fitness
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| Swag is ridiculous, put it in her kidneys
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| Showed up and showed out, baby I’m grinding
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| Stevie Wonder Ray Charles, lights sho' blinding
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| Lights (turn em off), lights (all of em)
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| Lights (shining), lights (see me)
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| Lights (too bright), lights (turn em off)
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| Lights, (haters wanna take it easy)
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| She goes crazy, she goes crazy
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| For the lights, for the lights
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| For the lights, for the lights
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| For the lights, for the lights
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| All the-all the, all of the lights
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| It’s Slim Thugger mo’fucker, and I’m so bright
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| You ain’t never seen shine, with this much height
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| Your chick lose her mind, when I’m in sight
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| Right, don’t trip let her choose a boss
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| It’s hard to not like the flyest dude out the North
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| Cross a hundred karats, she thinking bout marriage
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| Ain’t trying to have crumbs, don’t wanna be average
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| She wanna rock the ring, from a king
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| At least five, wait a year then go up a size
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| Surprise, you fucking with a boss baby
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| My earrings, cost more than your house baby huh
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| Pull up with the beams on, still got the screens on
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| Pussy made theme song, got her whole mind gone
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| Tougher than I can be, bitches can’t stand me
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| Riding like a mob nigga, this is my family
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| Everything real large, real niggaz take charge
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| Haters better come hard, looking for the right broad
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| See em from a distance, peep me from afar
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| From the battle to the war, from the stage to the car
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| Up high like a star, like I’m riding on a cloud
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| Got my ice so bright, got the music real loud
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| Haters I crush them, still saying fuck them
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| Rolling on the right rim, kill em when the lights dim
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| Now these hoes crazy, losing they mind
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| When the crowd in the front, I’ma pull up on time
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| Showed up and showed out, baby I’m grinding
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| Stevie Wonder Ray Charles, lights sho' blinding
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| Oh-ooooh, she want, she want
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| She want, yeeeah
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| Tre V do it baby yeah, Tre V do it baby yeah
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| Uh, she she she she she want
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| Phenomenon, phenomenon |