P Bitt - True Light (Don't Lie)

Magical, crazy hoe
Where'd we go, Brandy? Na-ah-ah
True light don't lie
Na-uh-uh
Survive three nights, can't stop
On fire, got up, too up
True light can't lie, never
If you catch me
Pissin' pot, yeah
Crack-selling drive, yeah
Cop sellin' drug, yeah
Line on my time, yeah
Ride with my dawg, yeah
Ride hoe, thot, yeah
Drugs on nitrous, flights on privates
Settle down, coming now, sort it out
Comin' round, bring me low, super high
Fuck it now, put me down, room up
Come around, comin' down, wooh
My bitch, she leaking
My God, she tweaking
Hop out, The Weeknd; My ride this evening not right
Cause we don't come around
Oh, we gone come around
The weed don't come around
Babe we gone come around
Everywhere I go rock is up, Pradas up with the lights on
Everywhere I go iPhone whites up with the lights out
Everywhere I probably don't but I can probably do it where the lights at
Every week on that Patron, ain't no rights on when a right's out
Five fifties every bright tone, I'm a bright tone fetching lights now
Fuck city, that yo drug city, they-don't-love city, we aight' now
Thas a new watch
Thas a blue drug
Thas a red dot
That my new cup
I froze asleep last night, yeah
I popped my bitch last night, yeah
I go sleep, I die, yeah
Remember this
We don't sleep no more, we go right back
We go see the Dome, it gon fly back
So call me up, call me up, call me up
So call me up, call me up, call me up
Magical, crazy hoe
Where'd we go, Brandy? Ah-uh-uh
Nah-uh-uh

Written by:
Patrick-Noah Bittman

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