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| Song: | Lit | 
 
| Album: | LIT | Genres: |   |  
| Year: |   | Length: | 173 sec | 
 
 
Lyrics: 
 HOOK See me I'm lit pocket full of cake baby you know we on New watch on my wrist Haters talking shit I just kick my feet up Riding through the city I whip it whip it whip it yeah I rep that east side I ain't with the friction But don't you get it twisted Im ready to get down
  VERSE 1 You the shit baby you the shit ohh Baby come Ill give me something to hold you They bring the heat but you still remain cold Let the lights shine you brighter than em all
  She looking good that's a must thing She gon do whatever boss says Bust it baby on my plies shit That's my flex that's my swag
  You know what you want let's front less We both sipping on that Bombay Set the mood I Hit that sade I'll be a smooth operator baby trust me
  Pre Hook Uhh baby I'm on one Uhh no we ain't slowing down I be Bumping riding slow that bun b Road might get little bumpy but Riding till wheels mothefucking fall off
  HOOK See me I'm lit pocket full of cake baby you know we on New watch on my wrist Haters talking shit I just kick my feet up Riding through the city I whip it whip it whip it yeah I rep that east side I ain't with the friction But don't you get it twisted Im ready to get down
  VERSE 2
  Them haters creeping yeah But we just sipping drinks Whole lotta flexing yeah No consequences yeah
  They be just chasing tails Stuck in one place yeah No more bout this and that Get back to you and me
  Saw you then I saw us Vision baby that's where it starts On my yo gotti shit I had to bag it up bag it up
  Heard my voice had you tripping out Had you asking how I get it done Shades on even when it's dark baby This my vibe fuck with me now
  Pre Hook Uhh baby I'm on one Uhh no We ain't slowing down I be Bumping riding slow that bun b Road might get little bumpy We Riding till the fucking wheels fall off
  HOOK See me I'm lit pocket full of cake baby you know we on New watch on my wrist Haters talking shit I just kick my feet up Riding through the city I whip it whip it whip it yeah I rep that east side I ain't with the friction But don't you get it twisted Im ready to get down 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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