T. Mills - Lightweight Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

[Verse 1]
Go
Can't nobody pimp me?
Neighbors home, I'm fucking while they listening
Black girls and siblings
I got a thing for sisters, you with me?

Yeah, I'm high as a bitch
Pull the sheets off the bed
She goes 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
Uh

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 leaking
You know the critics gon' rate that

[Pre-Hook]
Yeah do that shit
Said ya man hold it down
Better move that shit
Go

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]
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 lunchin
But she a pro, she don't even need instructions
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

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Where the money at?
Hit the lotto, girl
Where the money at?
Hit the lotto, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl
Pop bottle, pop bottle, pop bottle, girl

She a motherfuckin' ligthweight
It's all motherfuckin' lightweight

[Hook]