Welcome to the detailed analysis of "LIGHTSKIN SH*T (feat. Future & jetsonmade)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
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Uh, uh, uh-huh
Yeah (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
My bitch like a model
Word to genie, she shaped like a bottle
Fuck her IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch, I just hit the Lotto (cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (Sick)
Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I'll pop it (I'll pop)
I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last ho
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go
Light skin shit
She fuck with me, she turn into a light skin bitch (Uh, haa)
Family in our business on some hype man shit
She ain't respondin' to my text
She on some light skin shit, I don't like that shit
Pull up with a new ho (Let's go, skrrt)
Rip my photo, I went bought a two-door (yeah)
When you out, we on liquor and Nuvo (huh)
I'ma dog on the bitch, call me Cujo (grrr, bitch, yeah)
I went, ran the score up (uh)
Put my dick down her throat 'til she throw up (throw up)
Hard to hide out in public, they know us
Picture's viral before the shit go up (pic)
Fuck is a pic to a rich nigga? (nigga)
I'm havin' my way with your bitch
The same bitch that was havin' her way with a bitch nigga (hahaha)
Niggas goin' out sad 'bout these hoes, but me? Um
My bitch like a model
Word to genie, she shaped like a bottle
Fuck her IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch, I just hit the Lotto (cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (sick)
Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I'll pop it (I'll pop)
I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last ho
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go
My bitch in the trap with a mask on (yeah)
I just flipped two dimes in the restroom (let's go)
Had the magazine tucked like a super goon (baby)
Had to sweep the drug money with the broom (whoo)
Might cop the Chanel in the back-back (we did it)
I can buy the bales with the money in the backpack, yeah (we got it)
And Rolex, yeah
Almost went to Hell, that's a big fact (Pluto)
I done cut up the wrist on my sleeve (I cut it)
Like I'm suicidal on the jet (Let's go)
I done turnt your favorite to a pet (turn up)
Check the hunnid milli presidents
It's hard to fall off, I'm super relevant (I'm super)
On the billi dollar
Killed the middle man tryna treat me like I'm not the trigger man
Got a real one and she reppin' Taliban, gang (yeah)
My bitch like a model
Word to genie, she shaped like a bottle
Fuck her IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch, I just hit the Lotto (cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (sick)
Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I'll pop it (I'll pop)
I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last ho
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go