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Tay Keith – Lights Off (ft. Gunna & Lil Durk)

   

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Tay Keith - Lights Off (ft. Gunna & Lil Durk)

Download Lights Off Song by Tay Keith featuring Gunna and Lil Durk

Tay Keith – Lights Off is now officially out! It has been made available on all streaming platforms like Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, MixCloud, Amazon Music, SoundCloud, Tidal, Boomplay and Audiomack.

Lights Off was made a success with the assistance of other top musicians Gunna and Lil Durk.

Listen and download Tay Keith – Lights Off (ft. Gunna & Lil Durk) below

About the Music mp3 file
Artist(s) Tay Keith (ft. Gunna & Lil Durk)
Song Name  Lights Off
Duration 03:39
Genres Afrobeats, Hip Hop
Category Music
Last Downloaded 22nd May 2022
Music Mp3 size 2.00+ MB
Related Sites Waptrick, Naijaloaded
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Bitrate 320kbp /s VBR
Year Uploaded 2022 Music
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Tay Keith – Lights Off Lyrics:

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[Intro: Gunna]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (Light sauce)
Twinklin’, that’s my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (Yeah)
My third eye always watching, these niggas fake and phony (Phony)
Grind hard, every one of my homies gettin’ an iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)
Smokin’ California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)
’Fridgerator full of codeine (Yeah), I pour deuces in my soda (Soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah)
They told me I wasn’t gon’ make it if you ain’t grind hard (Hard)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Look at how far we made it (Made it)
I told ’em, they thought I was crazy
Young Gunna been hot (Too hot), I trapped in the spot, it got raided (Raided)
I custom the watch, two-tone the Prezi and Elliot made it (Made it)
The Cuban, it look like it’s faded (Faded)
We can’t do the minimum wages (Nah)
I’m a big dog, money tall like King Kong (King Kong)
Heard them millions talk, went and bought me three phones
Rockin’ Vlone, told the ho, “Leave me Vlone” (Leave me Vlone)
Higher than Cheech and Chong, I don’t care what you on, to each his own (To each his own)
Had to find my space, I was just keepin’ my mind straight
Why these broke niggas hate? Actin’ like they don’t know crime pays (Crime pays)
I’m in a different mind state, runnin’ to the M’s in a fast pace (Fast pace)
We like to call it rat race, came out the hood and got good taste (Good taste)

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[Chorus: Gunna & Lil Durk]
Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (Light sauce)
Twinklin’, that’s my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (Yeah)
My third eye always watching, these niggas fake and phony (Phony)
Grind hard, every one of my homies gettin’ an iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)
Smokin’ California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)
‘Fridgerator full of codeine (Yeah), I pour deuces in my soda (Soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah, Look like Wockhardt)
They told me I wasn’t gon’ make it if you ain’t grind hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hard)
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Wake up in the morning, Percocets for breakfast (Percocets for my breakfast)
I wake up, she be blowin’ me, I’m blockin’ all my exes (Blockin’ all my exes)
Gettin’ toppy on the E-way, man, I damn near missed my exit (Damn near missed my exit)
I can give my bitches anything, I get ’em all baguettes (Yeah, yeah)
He be tough for you, when he come around us, he be scary
I’m a gangster, take care of my block, I’m like my daddy
I ain’t gon’ lie, surrounded by some killers, I can’t go live
I ain’t gon’ lie, fightin’ a murder with a public defendant, you better not try
I need a trapper bitch, I ain’t tryna trap a bitch, runnin’ her mouth and shit
She get in her bag for Chanel, she bought some sneakers, I ain’t even had to ask the bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Down bad broke ’round millionaires, never asked for shit
It’s fuck buddy, drug buddy, that’s my bitch, give her a half a ten

[Chorus: Gunna]
Restaurant, I dine in, I want light sauce (Light sauce)
Twinklin’, that’s my diamonds, yeah, when the lights off (Yeah)
My third eye always watching, these niggas fake and phony (Phony)
Grind hard, every one of my homies gettin’ an iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)
Smokin’ California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)
‘Fridgerator full of codeine (Yeah), I pour deuces in my soda (Soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah)
They told me I wasn’t gon’ make it if you ain’t grind hard (Hard)

[Outro: Gunna]
Smokin’ California, my new garments got an odor
MWA Music
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt
Smokin’ California, my new garments got an odor
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt

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