Клип Bei Maejor feat. Waka Flocka Flame – Lights Down Low

Текст песни: Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s I’m an Eastside Cleveland wild boy, Eastside Cleveland wild boy We got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like cowboys You’re a white flag, throw that towel boy I’ma jump right in that crowd boy You’re a Shhh! keep it down boy And I’ma f-ck you blow that loud boy All I know is how to kill every one than myself All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells I am untouchable, you would think I was in jail But I’m in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel Bring it back into the states, put it on a scale Measure out a half a eighth, put it in a shell Split it then I roll it and light it up like it’s Independence Day I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air Snap back with my city on it Text back with your titties on it Levis, put your kitty on it Start grinding like the Clipse is on it Drink until I get pissy biatch Smoke until I get dizzy biatch Lose control like Missy But I’m a bad boy cause I’m with Diddy biiiiiatch Uh uh There he go that’s John Doe Uh uh There he go that’s John Doe Uh yeah There he go that’s John Doe Nevermind that’s just Kells with that Heat, no LeBron though Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need.. [Waka Flocka] Brick Squad!!! Uh oh here come that bullsh-t Beat a n-gga ass til the DJ stop the music They say they want that wild sh-t, mosh pit, pop off in the crowd b-tch I’m so motherf-cking violent Yeah b-tch yeah b-tch I’m with Steve-O We bustin bottles with bad b-tches, blowin weed smoke Yeah b-tch yeah b-tch I’m with Steve-O Royal rumble in the club John Ceno I’m screamin Riverdale everywhere I go I throw that Benz hoe, (hey shawty) drop it low F-ck 5-0, I make my own rules Suck my dragon balls b-tch call me Goku Yeahhhhhhhh! This liquor got the best of me Yeahhhhhhhh! This liquor got the best of me Machine Gun Kelly, Flocka that’s the recipe You gon’ need king kong if you step to me Yeah Cobain’s back Yeah Cobain’s back Got these crazy white boys yellin Cobain’s back I call my weed Nirvana Smells like teen spirit And my pack’s so f-ckin loud you can’t hear it (what?) Ahhhhh! Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O, I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s

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