- DJ Khaled A Million Lights 歌詞
- DJ Khaled
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A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
Ive got a feeling bout this one, and we still young, you know
Im breathin fire in your club
Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold
Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold
New Hermes duffle bags
On the plane, see the sky through a little glass
20 hour flight , never jet-lagged
Sipping white wine, watching the sunset
Real love this close? I aint never had
Sitting with you all day til the night pass
Damn, I aint trying to fight that
But if we fall too fast, will the feeling last?
Now Im lookin over my shoulder, shoulder
Champagne, good dimes and good times, and now its all over
But cant blame me for all that
You was bright, now your heart all black
Try to outshine the good with the bad
You a cold motherfucker, I aint mad at you
Still shinin
A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
Ive got a feeling bout this one, and we still young, you know
Im breathin fire in your club
Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold
Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold
You gettin old and your heart turn cold
Time-line froze, mad at the world cause you lived your life, but this the
Life that we chose
Lights on the road for the nicest road, I mean long-ass flights for these
Hoes
But we dont crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life
Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga live yo life
Ass nigga, you cook it with no spice
Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like
Hit her with that dope dick, now shes a dope fiend
And king, Im lookin for a dope queen
Baby car goes high, man smash
Me does, Millz, Tyga, we give em the chills
Keep riders, get birth control pills
Uh, young money, bright lights
Lord knows I live for these nights
Youre damn right, Imma sip champagne till it burn my side
To the front, like Jeter
My diamonds aint fierce like an episode of cheetahs, jesus
Mouth jewelry, loud speakers
Blowin loud weed with some loud divas
A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
Ive got a feeling bout this one, and we still young, you know
Im breathin fire in your club
Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold
Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold
Uh, its that summertime, money time
Gonna rhyme good time, when Im done giving mine
Brown smoke, white engine out the silly lines
Pretty toes hangin out the window to the finish line
Spikes pokin out my kicks like a porcupine
Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, fall in line
Uptown dog, straight up from the south Bronx
How in Miami, Khaled outcome
You made us, they hate us, just to say the latest
Life nothin like a movie, I just date a
Remember it was hard trying to page wagers
Nice spittin hard rhymes on the main stages
Independent, yeah Itold em major later
We some independent niggas gettin major paper
Shout to em, Stunna, Slim, Mack
We play for keep, so how we gon give up that?
YMCMB, lights, camera , action!
A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
Ive got a feeling bout this one, and we still young, you know
Im breathin fire in your club
Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold
Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold
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