Bright Lights, Big City Chords by Jim Jones

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[Intro]
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■ Yeah turn it up in your head phones
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Ya know like that shit sound like rock music
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You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
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Yea my man Bruno just stepped in
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You know how we living it up
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We all gettin' money
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That's what he like to say
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Fuck it it's my life nigga


[Verse]
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This is a dream of a hustler
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I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us
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We copped the gutta not a team that could fuck with us
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And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us
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Now I was fronting like Rich was and some of my bitches
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Was going so hard got some of us sick thugs
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And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up
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But the guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya
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And fuck the local authorities
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And hope the big boys don't pick up my case
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'cause for these big toys and these chips we get chased
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Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to onest base
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But the goons on twond bust on threerd
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You know they move with the weapons get bucks off birds
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It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life
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Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price


[Chorus]
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I come to ride out with them niggas baby we getting figures
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It's byrd gang we doing it big
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But we towered up get the Remy I'll need a cup
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You slippin' good can I get a squeeze
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I don't think you want it with them niggas
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'cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze
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We on the road travel 'cross the globe
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All my homies ain't diggin' cheese


[Verse]
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Look the nightmares of a trap star
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With white tees Nike air's and my fast car
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Da tryna wrap me in the charge
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But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage
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Now me rapping what's the odds
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We the last crew standing diplomats now in charge
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Yeah three hundred for the light show
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Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow
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Another ten grand to watch the dice roll
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Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go
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The bright lights and this big city
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I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me
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Range Roving Big Truck Series
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The chain frozen big chunk jewelry
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White girls say he's all semi cool
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But you don't want to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse


[Chorus]
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I come to ride out with them niggas baby we getting figures
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It's byrd gang we doing it big
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But we towered up get the Remy I'll need a cup
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You slippin' good can I get a squeeze
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I don't think you want it with them niggas
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'cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze
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We on the road travel 'cross the globe
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All my homies and they get cheese


[Verse]
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We live life on reality and we flip white for a salary
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You might catch us at the light in the lavish V
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But watch them 'Blue And Whites' try and grab a G
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Making some chips so the hate's getting thick
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Watch the world through my tint smoking haze in the whip
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Contemplate maybe take a little trip
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Ocean Drive heavy glean in my neck chillin'
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Call up cabs rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies'
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Eu Seuy O Balling but y'all foolish
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Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish
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That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer
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'cause every time I turn I'm getting chained up
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They say what they want to search tryna tame us
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I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous
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And my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the rangers


[Chorus]
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I come to ride out with them niggas baby we getting figures
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It's byrd gang we doing it big
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But we towered up get the Remy I'll need a cup
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You slippin' good can I get a squeeze
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I don't think you want it with them niggas
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'cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze
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We on the road travel 'cross the globe
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All my homies ain't diggin' cheese


[Outro]
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I don't think you want it with them niggas
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'cause them hammers they won't hesitate to squeeze
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We on the road travel 'cross the globe
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All my homies ain't diggin' cheese