Turn on da Lights (Lloyd Remix)
If I gave you my heart, could you fall in love tonight?
And girl its tearing me apart, cause I know he cant love you right.
See, you deserve the night off and I know what to do with it,
Take those Vikkis right off, grab your hair and pull on it,
Knew from the start, youd only want a thug in your life.
In any kind of weather, no one can do you better,
That pussy, I aint scared of, girl, I can make you wetter.
So hop in my Carrera and let me beat it up.
No bra under her sweater, Im ready to eat it up.
So turn on the lights,
Im looking for her, Im looking for her,
I fuck her good, then Im cooking for her,
She got me leaning, feels like Im poured up
'Bout to sip this 4 up, and turn on the lights.
Turn on the lights, turn on the lights.
Baby, I would die just to show you why youre true.
And they say big girls dont cry, wait til you see what I can do.
It ain't n'er a nigga gon' try you, got killers all in my crew and shit,
Strapped up on Piru, damu that and su-wu this.
Dont fuck with me, baby, cause Im trying to fuck with you.
In any kind of weather, no one can do you better,
That pussy, I aint scared of, girl know that I can make it wetter.
So hop in my Carrera and let me beat it up.
No bra under her sweater, Im ready to eat it up.
So turn on the lights, Im looking for her, Im looking for her,
I fuck her good, then Im cooking for her,
She got me leaning, feels like Im poured up
'Bout to sip this 4 up, and turn on the lights.
Turn on the lights,
And girl its tearing me apart, cause I know he cant love you right.
See, you deserve the night off and I know what to do with it,
Take those Vikkis right off, grab your hair and pull on it,
Knew from the start, youd only want a thug in your life.
In any kind of weather, no one can do you better,
That pussy, I aint scared of, girl, I can make you wetter.
So hop in my Carrera and let me beat it up.
No bra under her sweater, Im ready to eat it up.
So turn on the lights,
Im looking for her, Im looking for her,
I fuck her good, then Im cooking for her,
She got me leaning, feels like Im poured up
'Bout to sip this 4 up, and turn on the lights.
Turn on the lights, turn on the lights.
Baby, I would die just to show you why youre true.
And they say big girls dont cry, wait til you see what I can do.
It ain't n'er a nigga gon' try you, got killers all in my crew and shit,
Strapped up on Piru, damu that and su-wu this.
Dont fuck with me, baby, cause Im trying to fuck with you.
In any kind of weather, no one can do you better,
That pussy, I aint scared of, girl know that I can make it wetter.
So hop in my Carrera and let me beat it up.
No bra under her sweater, Im ready to eat it up.
So turn on the lights, Im looking for her, Im looking for her,
I fuck her good, then Im cooking for her,
She got me leaning, feels like Im poured up
'Bout to sip this 4 up, and turn on the lights.
Turn on the lights,
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn, Marquel Middlebrooks
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