Taylor Bennett ft. Supa Bwe & Lil Yachty – Neon Lights Lyrics

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Song Title: Neon Lights
Artist: Taylor Bennett/Supa Bwe/Lil Yachty
Record Label: UNKNOWN
Produced By: Zig
Released: 2017

[Verse 1 – Taylor Bennett]

Mr. Bennett never finished, you can’t miss a call

Me and Supa Supa sold out, that’s so (?)

(?) probably selling reggie out the door

Now I’m thinking bigger – motion pictures, foreign cars

Chloe, Jordan, (?) and (?) wasn’t hit before

Now I hit the drawer when I hit the mall

Homies from the land popping Xans, got withdrawals

Clash my hands in advance ’cause they just can’t get off

I’ve been getting second chances

That s**t like my motivation

Just found out I’m sick, I got no time for patience

Tired of waiting

I know destinations, I don’t know locations, I know detonation

Call up Supa, he gon’ cook the bacon

[Hook/Chorus – Supa Bwe]

Only in the ‘Preme and I’m a killing ape

And still rock Bape and still rep gang

And still throw signs while my n****s do the same

Cause the phony s**t contagious so I let my phone ring

I don’t like to conversate for conversation’s sake

No more girls who stay up late

Just baby girl and me

Got real sisters outside

Why lie when my life (?)

Real sisters down to ride, and they gon’ ride tonight

She put some bad-bad magic on me

Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me

We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see

Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe

She put some bad-bad magic on me

Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me

We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see

Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe

[Verse 2 – Taylor Benett]

I got held down in a spot over some confrontations

No more conversations, if you wanna link then hit my agent

No more w**d, I put that down with all my friends that wouldn’t make it

All my friends are killers and robbers, some of them couldn’t (?)

I relate with shawties, Aretha Franklin and (?)

Hispanic girls with attitudes be the great debaters

My work’s a basket, my flow fantastic, this s**t’s a classic

I bumped the classics that beat the masses

Then preached to masses

I used to roast over roaches until they burned to ashes

And now I’m so far from me I feel like an open casket

They want the new Taylor Bennett, my post is post-traumatic

My flow keep going, your (?), we’ll blow ya backward

My clique is (?) we’re always packing and never lacking

I called up Supa for magic, you gotta have it

You’re bottle capping, I’m (?)

(?) my shoes ain’t matching (?)

Some real shawties tell lil’ shawties to put some racks up

My money long, getting done evolving

This s**t’s a classic

My money long, getting done evolving

This s**t’s a classic

[Verse 3 – Lil Yachty]

Tsh, tired of n****s talking ’bout this is the way you got to do it

And you go to respect this type of person

And you got to listen to that type of person

F**k all of that s**t, I’m doing it the way I wanna do it

I’m tired of these n****s hating, and tired of promoters flaking

So pay me in pre-advanced

And if I forget them, book again

I’m up, up and away

And I’m so loved by the white people

That they could approach me in a black (?) in a black alley with a black hoodie

It’s as real as it gets (true)

It’s as strong as a (?)

When she walk around in her black tights

Man, my jeans tight

Man, my jeans tight around the crotch area

It’s gettin scary to old heads

‘Cause Hip-Hop change each and every day

And I’m the n***a picking out the clothes

I used to sip the fours and I used to f**k every hoe

I still f**k every h*e

I used to plot on the globe

I used to be called a joke, I still get called a joke

But I’m so rich that my ears they only hear ching-ching

My eyes see bling-bling

And everything in between is (?) all the time

We whoop a*s, and then we send a get well card

Then we swipe my black cards

And we don’t have backyards ’cause we stay on top floors

And we get maids to mop up all of our marble floors

And we f**k five star top model class broads

And we steal things, but n***a, we don’t do chords

[Hook/Chorus – Supa Bwe]

Only in the ‘Preme and I’m a killing ape

And still rock Bape and still rep gang

And still throw signs while my n****s do the same

Cause the phony s**t contagious so I let my phone ring

I don’t like to conversate for conversation’s sake

No more girls who stay up late

Just baby girl and me

Got real sisters outside

Why lie when my life (?)

Real sisters down to ride, and they gon’ ride tonight

She put some bad-bad magic on me

Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me

We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see

Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe

She put some bad-bad magic on me

Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me

We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see

Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe

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