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Lit Lyrics - Artist : FMB DZ
[FMB DZ:]
Lit, everything lit Whoever thought that it'd come to this? Everything lit Lit, everything lit Nigga, if I want it I can go and get Hah, ayy, everything lit Fifty thousand on me cash, everything legit Ooh, hah, I'm lit the fuck up Yeah my bitch bad and bougie and she stuck up Yeah these niggas tuck they tail when I come around Me and Choose in Fairfield blowin' out the pound Lil dirty ass nigga better watch your mouth Or I'll have my young niggas outside your house And they all dome hitters, you know what we 'bout I be ballin' on these niggas, you more like a scout Yeah I jumped in the game, I ain't have a couch That nigga just got ten chains, that boy do the most What I spent in a month, I could've bought a boat Niggas ain't did what I did, I'm the fuckin' GOAT Broke ass rappers always talkin', huh Coupes back to back, y'all boys walkin', huh You ain't on my level, it's a different bracket Snakes on my shoes, snakes on my jacket Dumpin' ashes in the foreign, I got bad habits I ain't new to this, bitch I been havin' Got a New York bitch I met in Manhattan They love when I talk that shit so I'ma keep spazzin' [E-40:] I don't pop bubblegum, I pop guns And I don't carry loose change, just lump sums It'd be bad if you got on my bad side You don't want Doctor Skrill to turn into Mister Hyde I was raised around hyenas Ever since I came out of my daddy's penis If I was a pimp, I'd be a genius I'd be the first pimp to send a ho to Venus My macking's incredible, I got liquor and edibles I turn up like the vegetable, smoke a whole lot of medical Ghetto Heisman like WC, I should get a medal For being the first D boy to cook a whole key in a kettle Who got a cigarillo? break down a bush Roll it and light it, spark up the OG kush Everybody's invited, this is a celebration Real niggas united, no player hatin', bitch [FMB DZ:] Broke ass rappers always talkin', huh Coupes back to back, y'all boys walkin', huh You ain't on my level, it's a different bracket Snakes on my shoes, snakes on my jacket Dumpin' ashes in the foreign, I got bad habits I ain't new to this, bitch I been havin' Got a New York bitch I met in Manhattan They love when I talk that shit so I'ma keep spazzin' Pillow talkin' to these hoes, I hear you chit-chattin' I'ma catch a nigga out and I'ma gift wrap him Once a pussy, always pussy, I'ma bitch smack him I love Gucci or the Louis, yeah I'm mismatching I heard these niggas talkin' loud like they a kingpin My lil bitch bustin' scripts 'til the lean in I just got another car, they say the blue one's here That nigga Skuba dropped a five in a root beer Broke ass rappers always talkin', huh Coupes back to back, y'all boys walkin', huh You ain't on my level, it's a different bracket Snakes on my shoes, snakes on my jacket Dumpin' ashes in the foreign, I got bad habits I ain't new to this, bitch I been havin' Got a New York bitch I met in Manhattan They love when I talk that shit so I'ma keep spazzin' Lit, everything lit Nigga, if I want it I can go and get Hah, ayy, everything lit Fifty thousand on me cash, everything legit |
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