Lights Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full Lights lyrics by JPEGMAFIA from the album EXPERIMENTAL RAP along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jpegmafia’s music, you can also explore His Will and Mask On, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Intro]
Everything

[Verse 1]
My b!tch took over my wrist, I grip to make sure your posse get hit
A lick, you n!ggas be sweeter than mints
The Knicks, you n!ggas ain’t won in a bit
You missed, don’t pull if you don’t wanna hit
Desist, make sure that you cease to exist
A god in the light, got your b!tch singing hymns
Effortless, n!ggas, you know that my b!tches be working, lil’ baby, it’s heaven-sent
Making up s*it ’cause you know that the s*it you make not stacking no dividends

N!ggas be wanting to beef ’cause they albums not streaming, man, you nepos irrelevant
These nepos coming from money but can’t get no money, go back to your mama crib
I feel like Ye when I’m tweaking, I gotta defend it, my blick in the pelican
I feel like Putin, I’m playing you n!ggas and taking your b!tch out her element
Fah, fah, fah, fah
Dropping (??) the chopper got (??) like it’s Billie Eilish
Boom, boom, boom, boom, all of these motherfu*king lights
Boom, boom, boom, boom, everybody got a price
Fu*king on hoes, out of reach at this height
Now fu*k with me, I’m handing out dope like I’m Pfizer
She want to ride it, she know I’ma try to make her spit on the mic like she Bonnie Godiva (All of the lights)

[Bridge]
Rrr, ah (Phew)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
(All of the lights)

[Verse 2]
Ah, b!tch, Ozempic got your neck looking alien
I’m no samaritan, your b!tch, we cave her in
I’m finna break the rim, Shaq in the post, baby Wilt when we painting ’em
Diamonds Aladdin, my neck look Arabian
N!ggas can’t live in the skin they be hating in
Mask on a n!gga like Kane when we flaming him
Your career Wayne, no relation to Damion (All of the lights)

[Outro]
Look how I flooded the wrist, the cash make her wanna put up a fist (Fist)
She twisting her fingers like this, we twisting our fingers like this (All of the lights)
Look how I flooded the wrist, we gunning for n!ggas like Sergio Kitch’
Im twisting my fingers like this, I’m twisting my fingers like this (This)
(All of the lights)
(All of the lights)