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BDOE - Bright Lights Lyrics



BDOE - Bright Lights Lyrics
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People show me love
Everywhere that I go
I ain't gotta say it you can tell I'm from Chicago
Always catch me doubled handed
Remy with the Red Bull
Just to represent my city fitted with the Red Bull
The bright lights in my city
Damn so f*cking pretty
Hit the scene everybody start cheering
Got me feeling like D. Rose
A lot of pressure but I never fold
I got us nigga
Mvp whats the odds
Came in with my entourage
My safe is outta space
I'm not a human I'm a avian
Horseshoes with the red stripes type of shit that I be on
Swear to God I'm so chi
Mild sauce on them French fries
My kicks crispy I'm too fried
But I'm on point bullseye
Don't make me have to pop this bitch
Shoot sideways like stojakovic
Got 40 cals with 30 clips
Smoke 28's ride 26
Can't quit now I'm in this shit
My pockets want them benjamins
Some ride the 5 some ride the 6
But yo bitch she gon ride this dick
She rocking my mic
While I'm rocking my mikes
Number 11 patent leather Carolina all whites
Yea they come out in December but I'm rocking em' tonight
Man somebody better tell em I'm a animal rhino
Shot out to myself cause I'm the freshest nigga I know
I'm gon need a chauffeur shid I wasted like a whino
Had a lot of shots like the bulls won the finals
People show me love
Everywhere that I go
I ain't gotta say it you can tell I'm from Chicago
Always catch me doubled handed
Remy with the Red Bull
Just to represent my city fitted with the Red Bull
The bright lights in my city
Damn so f*cking pretty
Hit the scene everybody start cheering
Got me feeling like D. Rose
A lot of pressure but I never fold
I got us nigga
This our shot bro set the screen
Ball so hard hoes double team
M.L. King he did his thing but watch
Barack live out the dream
Ill niggas ill state
I ain't gon front they will hate
Don't come here on that bullshit them goons gon have a field day
Some get it legit
Some be hitting licks
Some trying to score a 63 like mike in 86
Shid I'm 100 percent
It's like i cant miss
I pass that bitch to my nig now thats another assist
Ok I'm on some old yeezy shit
Polo with the collar up
Blowing on that loud like I'm playing a harmonica
I ain't talking Twitter we at louies you can follow us
Bro they on some fishy shit code red tilapia
Neiman marcus shopping and i spent a couple grand
All red ray-bans Don't I look like Horace Grant
Jumping in the stands breezy f*cking with the fans I'm just saying that I do it for the land thats why
People show me love
Everywhere that I go
I ain't gotta say it you can tell I'm from Chicago
Always catch me doubled handed
Remy with the Red Bull
Just to represent my city fitted with the Red Bull
The bright lights in my city
Damn so f*cking pretty
Hit the scene everybody start cheering
Got me feeling like D. Rose
A lot of pressure but I never fold
I got us nigga
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English

People show me love
Everywhere that I go
I ain't gotta say it you can tell I'm from Chicago
Always catch me doubled handed
Remy with the Red Bull
Just to represent my city fitted with the Red Bull
The bright lights in my city
Damn so f*cking pretty
Hit the scene everybody start cheering
Got me feeling like D. Rose
A lot of pressure but I never fold
I got us nigga
Mvp whats the odds
Came in with my entourage
My safe is outta space
I'm not a human I'm a avian
Horseshoes with the red stripes type of shit that I be on
Swear to God I'm so chi
Mild sauce on them French fries
My kicks crispy I'm too fried
But I'm on point bullseye
Don't make me have to pop this bitch
Shoot sideways like stojakovic
Got 40 cals with 30 clips
Smoke 28's ride 26
Can't quit now I'm in this shit
My pockets want them benjamins
Some ride the 5 some ride the 6
But yo bitch she gon ride this dick
She rocking my mic
While I'm rocking my mikes
Number 11 patent leather Carolina all whites
Yea they come out in December but I'm rocking em' tonight
Man somebody better tell em I'm a animal rhino
Shot out to myself cause I'm the freshest nigga I know
I'm gon need a chauffeur shid I wasted like a whino
Had a lot of shots like the bulls won the finals
People show me love
Everywhere that I go
I ain't gotta say it you can tell I'm from Chicago
Always catch me doubled handed
Remy with the Red Bull
Just to represent my city fitted with the Red Bull
The bright lights in my city
Damn so f*cking pretty
Hit the scene everybody start cheering
Got me feeling like D. Rose
A lot of pressure but I never fold
I got us nigga
This our shot bro set the screen
Ball so hard hoes double team
M.L. King he did his thing but watch
Barack live out the dream
Ill niggas ill state
I ain't gon front they will hate
Don't come here on that bullshit them goons gon have a field day
Some get it legit
Some be hitting licks
Some trying to score a 63 like mike in 86
Shid I'm 100 percent
It's like i cant miss
I pass that bitch to my nig now thats another assist
Ok I'm on some old yeezy shit
Polo with the collar up
Blowing on that loud like I'm playing a harmonica
I ain't talking Twitter we at louies you can follow us
Bro they on some fishy shit code red tilapia
Neiman marcus shopping and i spent a couple grand
All red ray-bans Don't I look like Horace Grant
Jumping in the stands breezy f*cking with the fans I'm just saying that I do it for the land thats why
People show me love
Everywhere that I go
I ain't gotta say it you can tell I'm from Chicago
Always catch me doubled handed
Remy with the Red Bull
Just to represent my city fitted with the Red Bull
The bright lights in my city
Damn so f*cking pretty
Hit the scene everybody start cheering
Got me feeling like D. Rose
A lot of pressure but I never fold
I got us nigga
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Writer: Brennen Whiting
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Performed By: BDOE
Language: English
Length: 4:21
Written by: Brennen Whiting

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