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Light It Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Superstar Peezy
Length: 3:30
Written by: JAMES ROBERT PATTERSON




Superstar Peezy - Light It Up Lyrics




Hold up who really got that cash
Who really bout that bag
I see a whole lot of y'all niggas mad
They don't wanna to see me fly
They don't wanna let me live
Pussy niggas need to know what it is
I've been going real hard for the grid
Man I really do this shit for the kids
Ever since I came home from the bid I've been stunting like i'm Billy The Kid
Devil steady trying to get me to sin
God with me so I know imma win
Middle finger up so i'm like f*ck you hoes
And everybody greedy so i don't trust you hoes
Big homie said do you and they gone come around or go gorilla on'em and just gun them down
Or get your hustle on and get them by the pound
Break'em down in all dimes and take over the town
OK
And that's a pitchfork never victim of a extort
For the money imma skip court
And pull up on you with a big torch
The haters they can get my back tho'
I'm Max Payne on the track hoe
I've been praying and im not playing
Imma keep slaying and that's facts tho
We gone light this bitch up for the haters that done switched up imma put my wrist up get this money
Like a Brinks truck man I love all my niggas shout out to all my niggas I go hard for all my niggas
We gone light this bitch up for the haters that done switched up imma put my wrist up get this money
Like a Brinks truck man I love all my niggas shout out to all my niggas I go hard for all my niggas
YEAH
I hear them talking but they ain't saying nothing
They claim they gangsta but they ain't spraying nothing
I see'um shining but they don't shine like me
Burn that ass with the glow to the third degree
That can only come from me
This game need that certainty
I know it's an emergency
I'm hot as that cup of tea
You can ask my nigga Gutta how we got that shit on lock
You can ask my nigga Gutta how we climbing to the top
WOO
Just keep your eyes on me you can learn something
But try me with that hoe shit imma burn something
I owe a nigga nothing you can get it too
I got the same twenty-four as you so what you tryna do
Imma keep on rushing through giving y'all concussion too
Cause I got that headache flow make niggas sick everywhere I go
Take shit then rub it in they face
Pac said everything you do they'll hate
Imma keep on doing me y'all can never ruin me
We gone light this bitch up for the haters that done switched up imma put my wrist up get this money
Like a Brinks truck man I love all my niggas shout out to all my niggas I go hard for all my niggas
We gone light this bitch up for the haters that done switched up imma put my wrist up get this money like a Brinks truck man I love all my niggas shout out to all my niggas I go hard for all my niggas
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Hold up who really got that cash
Who really bout that bag
I see a whole lot of y'all niggas mad
They don't wanna to see me fly
They don't wanna let me live
Pussy niggas need to know what it is
I've been going real hard for the grid
Man I really do this shit for the kids
Ever since I came home from the bid I've been stunting like i'm Billy The Kid
Devil steady trying to get me to sin
God with me so I know imma win
Middle finger up so i'm like f*ck you hoes
And everybody greedy so i don't trust you hoes
Big homie said do you and they gone come around or go gorilla on'em and just gun them down
Or get your hustle on and get them by the pound
Break'em down in all dimes and take over the town
OK
And that's a pitchfork never victim of a extort
For the money imma skip court
And pull up on you with a big torch
The haters they can get my back tho'
I'm Max Payne on the track hoe
I've been praying and im not playing
Imma keep slaying and that's facts tho
We gone light this bitch up for the haters that done switched up imma put my wrist up get this money
Like a Brinks truck man I love all my niggas shout out to all my niggas I go hard for all my niggas
We gone light this bitch up for the haters that done switched up imma put my wrist up get this money
Like a Brinks truck man I love all my niggas shout out to all my niggas I go hard for all my niggas
YEAH
I hear them talking but they ain't saying nothing
They claim they gangsta but they ain't spraying nothing
I see'um shining but they don't shine like me
Burn that ass with the glow to the third degree
That can only come from me
This game need that certainty
I know it's an emergency
I'm hot as that cup of tea
You can ask my nigga Gutta how we got that shit on lock
You can ask my nigga Gutta how we climbing to the top
WOO
Just keep your eyes on me you can learn something
But try me with that hoe shit imma burn something
I owe a nigga nothing you can get it too
I got the same twenty-four as you so what you tryna do
Imma keep on rushing through giving y'all concussion too
Cause I got that headache flow make niggas sick everywhere I go
Take shit then rub it in they face
Pac said everything you do they'll hate
Imma keep on doing me y'all can never ruin me
We gone light this bitch up for the haters that done switched up imma put my wrist up get this money
Like a Brinks truck man I love all my niggas shout out to all my niggas I go hard for all my niggas
We gone light this bitch up for the haters that done switched up imma put my wrist up get this money like a Brinks truck man I love all my niggas shout out to all my niggas I go hard for all my niggas
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Writer: JAMES ROBERT PATTERSON
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