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Lyricist: Trippie Redd
Lyrics:
She gon' spark a blunt and get high like me Bet your boyfriend ain't fly like me Pop a Percocet, float to the sky like me And the bullshit really so beyond me Yeah, we'd have this shit lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit (lit) Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit (lit shit) Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit (yeah) Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit (yeah) Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit (yeah), yeah Bitch, we keeping shit lit, that's for sure If you talk down, we gon' come and kick down your door Pillow talkin' pussy nigga, you know you a hoe, yeah Big 14, no rookie, nigga, keep a beam don't need a scope (yeah) Say you street, you want a cookie, nigga? Off a bean and you broke, askin' for lean, can't pour no four That boy off that good dope, he got lost, no hope I got lost with your hoe She said she in love, sh? don't wanna go home Is it love or lust? Bae, I r?ally don't know Diamonds on you, different colors, bae, they speaking Morse code Shawty, water, feel like butter, if she ride it, then I'm toast Another mansion on the water, bae, you know I do the most I was tired of that shit, I had to change my damn coast Boy, I'm flier than this ship, I'm the damn hell bat I just bought a Cullinan and I'm about to buy a Hellcat I'm addicted to the green, where the fuck the Kale at? I need to know everything, where the fuck is Yale at? You niggas know too much, you better never tell that I'm 1400 slime, bitch, I fucking yell that And my swag grade-A, you niggas get held back Yeah I could feel the pain I could feel the pain on 'em (pain) I could feel the pain on ya, broken-heart
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