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Meek Mill
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This Shit Is Lit (Remix)
This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit All the bottles in the club This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club Boy, this shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club Boy, this shit is lit
All these bad bitches, they molly popping In the club we bottle shopping In the hood we square copping My young boys, they stay mobbing Yeah, I made that four wheel Gotta strap down with that 40 grill 2-12 be the newest wheel Last year show everyone the badder bill Walk in and we turn up, don't fry your face, you know us Got … a murderer, we shot them down, armed and dangerous Yeah, I'm in that 2-12, post it up on Twitter RIP my nigga went away, we still post it on Twitter Yeah, nigga, that's what I said, that Roly shining, that's what I did 20 Benz in that big face, I grind harder in here Slow buck and that be the brand, sitting bucks and I be the man Shit lit boy, you heard me now, goddamn and I need a fam
This shit is lit This shit is lit All the bottles in the club This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club Boy, this shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club Boy, this shit is lit
Ok, I cooled up in that new …my niggas will turn with us They are true like John Smith Cumulating them stacks, check your stash nigga, they don't lit I got bad bitches on molly working, where molly work? Right here Say one time for them real niggas, two times for them bad bitches 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Y'all niggas be coughing those 'cause y'all ain't never had bitches My niggas don't let 'em all, we hit 'em all then pass, nigga Like a hella club, pick 'em up, drive 'em off, no cab, nigga We snapping now, all this money we wrecking now Four ribs we backing out I'm like fuck y'all niggas, y'all mad about We smoking kush, cashing out, no laptop, that may come out All my … I bled them all, black all money, don't max them out
This shit is lit This shit is lit All the bottles in the club This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club Boy, this shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club Boy, this shit is lit
That black Jesus got me leaning Double cup, Morgan Freeman Going back and forth, jumping out that Ford Accord Rio's in my fan up, that Tony the Tiger I take a bitch for the weekend then fuck her friend while she sleeping Gray brim when I snap back, I'm tatted like a biker boy Miss me with that fuck shit, I'm riding around with a full clip And green house shaking, like the shade of your basement Your bitch all on me, up and greased all on me It's on nigga, picture me rolling I'm on the red eye, sipping red wine, sitting first class on my fly ass My pee wing still flapping, hide in your captain Does she lit, boy? Does she lit, nigga, what's happening?
This shit is lit This shit is lit All the bottles in the club This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club Boy, this shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit This shit is lit 40 bottles in the club Boy, this shit is lit
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