Lights Low lyrics

[Intro]
A hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low (A hundred bad b*tches in the room)
Got a hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low, ho (A hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low)
A hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low, lights low (A hundred bad b*tches)
Got a hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low, ho
Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tip of the tongue [?], yah

[Verse 1]
When I rap on the beat, sit back in your seat (Woah)
Chill out with a sack of the weed, stompin' your hands, clappin' your feet (L-l-low)
Do it all backwards with me
Started out in this underground, recordin' sh*t in my basement (Uh-huh)
Now it's just around a hundred thou' to see me rockin' them stages (Let's go)
B-back pain, I got mass trains in the cash game on this fast train
My rap name is kinda plain, got bad aim, but I'm tryna change
Get brain, call my name b*tch, head bang like Iron Maiden (Rock)
Need a blessing not sign with Satan, show love, don't lie with hatred
You rockin' with a motherf*ckin' genius way before his prime (Prime)
That pus*y razor burn borderline porcupine
Just pourin' time with a mortifyin' foreign dime
She just got off work, doin' a 4-to-9 (Woah)
Corporate slime want a fourth of mine, you lost your mind (f*cked up)
A lot of wine in a concubine (True, true)
Uh, ain't no motherf*cker that can beat me (No)
Flow on the go like the wee-wee (Smoke)
Ain't a b*tch got it easy (Throat)
Don't buy me [?]
You got bread, she need a loaf
She a journalist, she need a quote
Smell weed, the coat, evil hoes
See, I'm dope, we be the most
Dope, see, those my motherf*ckin' brothers, fool (Uh-huh)
Trust me, baby, you gon' f*ck him too, it's nothin' new
[Chorus]
A hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low
Got a hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low (Uh)
A hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low, lights low
Got a hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low, woah (Uh)

[Verse 2]
And I won't stop 'til that boat rockin', Most Dope god, this globe unlocked
My life is real, you know you not, you look a little bit Photoshopped
I started out in this underground, recordin' sh*t in my basement (Basement)
So don't f*ck around, have me runnin' miles like Forrest Gump, yeah, that's basic (Woo)
So young, I make dope drums, these hoes come, but I tell 'em no
Bustin' on 'em like Kesha though, sorry, baby girl, Hell is cold (Cold)
Investigated by federal agents 'cause I'm out murderin' (Let's go)
I'm smokin' weed, sippin' syrup to figure out what my purpose is
I got a mansion, I paid for it (Uh-huh), at home 'cause I hate tour (Uh-huh)
Ain't a need that I say more, you won't understand what I came for (No)
To inspire those choirs with the highest notes (Ah)
Hoes from a island home, pus*y sound like xylophones (Let's go)
And I would like to know how you blow that Tyson dough
I'm rollin' like a bicycle, speak into the microphone (Check, check, one, two)
Yeah, I'm right at home, chillin' (Chillin')
So, let me ask you this, would you kill for that million? (Pow)

[Chorus]
A hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low
Got a hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low
A hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low, lights low
Got a hundred bad b*tches in the room with the lights low, woah