Tight

Prolly pour some more for the bros (for the bros!)
Lemonade with ice, thru’ the most, yeah
Finna’ taste yo bitch, finna’ lick ‘em lips
I’m just kidding, I just gonna move ‘em hips (ay!)
Let me feel the beat, let me feel the heat
Let me do my dance all night, while I wanna eat (sheesh!)
Let’s go move your feet, c’mon let’s get it done
‘Till the suns come up and lights up the streets (yeah)
Go pipe it up, just fill your cup
And put ‘em up to the sky
So make yourself level up
Close up, smile on your face
Fashion with the taste
Passionate, no wasting time
So gimme some space, ha!
Or we can race, ha!
Imma bring you to my place
wrap the lace, reach the Ace (ha, ha!)
Reach the Ace, got me feeling like one, hold up!
Ooh shit...
Got me feelin’ like, I’m the new shit
People screamin’ like, I’m The King shit
I make it right (yeah)
You make it tight (yeah)
We make it right
Ooh shit...
Got me feelin’ like, I’m the new shit
People screamin’ like, I’m The King shit
I make it right (yeah)
You make it tight (yeah)
We make it right
When I wake up in the morning
I’m feelin’ good, I’m feelin’ blessing
Real homie tak berlalu
Masih tetap bersamaku
Chill, aku chill
Dorang poppin’ pills macam Rock Star
Party dalam Swill, Poppin Class, anak Southja
Sippin’ Hennessy, got me feelin’ like I’m Raja
Pulang pagi buta, bebas saja (yeah!)
I don’t wanna messin’ up things
I just tryna get a new rings
Playing guitar with a new strings
Got me feel like I have a wings
Dance, do your dance, Tk. do your dance
Dance, do your dance, KB do your dance
Dance, do your dance, Tk. do your dance
Dance, do your dance, KB do your dance
Like what?
Ooh shit...
Got me feelin’ like, I’m the new shit
People screamin’ like, I’m The King shit
I make it right (yeah)
You make it tight (yeah)
We make it right
Ooh shit...
Got me feelin’ like, I’m the new shit
People screamin’ like, I’m The King shit
I make it right (yeah)
You make it tight (yeah)
We make it right
Do your dance, do it right
Can you see the light? I’m so tight
Fuck the corner, lets get to the front
Come and see, so bright
Bring the mic, sing it over night
Happy time
Happy Meal and happy hour grime
Let’s go make it rhyme
Up ‘Till 5, bring me back to life
Letchu be my wife, throw the drinks
Let the button sink, wash it till it’s clean
Whatchu mean? Whatchu talkin ‘bout?
Fuck that all the clout, get ‘em out
Now I’m sittin at the corner
Smoke a blunt, like...