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Bright Lights, Big City (Featuring Max B)

Yeah, turn it up in your head phones

Ya know like that shit sound like rock music

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Yea, my man Bruno just stepped inYou know how we living it up

We all gettin' money

That's what he like to say

Fuck it, it's my life niggaThis is a dream of a hustler

I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us

We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us

And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with usNow I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches

Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs

And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up

But the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get yaAnd fuck the local authorities

And hope the big boys don't pick up my case

'Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased

Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st baseBut the goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd

You know they move with the weapons, get bucks off birds

It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life

Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a priceI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures

It's byrd gang, we doing it big

But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup

You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?I don't think you want it with them niggas

'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze

We on the road, travel 'cross the globe

All my homies ain't diggin' cheeseLook the nightmares of a trap star

With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car

D.A tryna wrap me in the charge

But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garageNow me rapping what's the odds?

We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge

Yeah, 300 for the light show

Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glowAnother 10 grand to watch the dice roll

Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go

The bright lights and this big city

I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get meRange Roving, Big Truck Series

The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry

White girls say he's all semi cool

But you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuseI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures

It's byrd gang, we doing it big

But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup

You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?I don't think you want it with them niggas

'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze

We on the road, travel 'cross the globe

All my homies and they get cheeseWe live life on reality and we flip white for a salary

You might catch us at the light in the lavish V

But watch them 'Blue And Whites', try and grab a GMaking some chips so the hate's getting thick

Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip

Contemplate, maybe take a little trip

Ocean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'

"Eu Seuy O Balling", but y'all foolish

Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish

That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer'Cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up

They say what they want to search, tryna tame us

I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous

And my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangersI come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures

It's byrd gang, we doing it big

But we towered up, get the Remy I'll need a cup

You slippin' good, can I get a squeeze?I don't think you want it with them niggas

'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze

We on the road, travel 'cross the globe

All my homies ain't diggin' cheeseI don't think you want it with them niggas

'Cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze

We on the road, travel 'cross the globe

All my homies ain't diggin' cheese

Songwriters

JONES, JOSEPH / WHITFIELD, NORMAN JESSE / WINGATE, CHARLYPublished by

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