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She know Ima different type of guy 
I can fuck around n change ya life 
We getting lit each n every night 

But you gotta shake it

She got it moving

you lit when you walk in the function
I put them acid tabs on her tongue
I took a dab now I'm feelin like John Ken
I got the missile feelin like I'm Kim

(Yo, Ryan talk to 'em)
Yeah, yeah
Fuck up my commas
Don't tell nobody
Light the marijuana, yeah
Smoke that like hobby
Yeah!
We be lit, I got ice

Hit the bottom
Hit the bottle
I cant feel the hit I’m hollow
Feel no sorrow
Maybe ill be lit tomorrow
Fuck if I know
Maybe ill be lit tomorrow
Fuck

As she tends a flower
I know this love's ours
Count the charms on your bracelet now. Entranced by your heart, I cant come down
On a perfumed altar,

you check on my fit
I'm high when I hit man a young nigga lit 
Checks on some pint man I pour out a fifth
Check on you bitch man you know I'm gon' hit

Unh

Somebody murdered it
You shoulda knew Id hit
Gonna make you worship it
You know that verse is lit
Now
Somebody murdered it
You shoulda knew Id hit

me down by the measure
Hope that your ready
Cause I am and I'm down for whatever
Imagine me and you 
Doing what we came to do
Now let's get to it

wish you welll
For all the times you made me happy
I wish you well
For the fire you lit inside of me
I wish you well
Even tho my heart is breaking
I wish

Feeding the koi fish in the park
Slimy scales golden orange
Your face lit up like a Christmas tree
Your laughter flowing wild and free
It's kind

seeming lit
Stop it only we legit
You dunno your reasoning
Here comes an experience
You don't know what the hell you want
I can't answer for you either
We

best as trash 
But now I'm getting lit because i see that karma coming back
 
All you had to do was tell me bitch you ain't have to jail me bitch
I'm

Let me you shake it
Drop it to the floor
Ay ay ay
Let me see you move
Let me see you slide
Get up in yo groove
We getting lit tonight
Yeah
Hit

You can get bust like tire, get sent like a wire
You can get lit like a fire, I'm in the trap till I die
Fuck how you feel I ain't never gone lie

Phantom
Switch it up back to Savannah
Stay lit, ah my Lanta

Buy the whole store got the Gucci belt
On my dick like ya hoe
Stupid bitch on my shit want

(Yea) Rockstar Made
Feel like I'm Rockstar Made (Woah)
Rockstar Made (Yeah, woah woah)
Yea
I'm too lit right now (Woah)
(Lets go) Eye's Low

Racks in

what they taxing walking thru the back door
Been lit nigga we just litter than before
Young nigga from the trench but been up in my glow
Got this shit

lit
I'm out here I'm working working myself til' I'm dead
I ain't want that handout pedestal or no shit
You know I be out here shining making all these

could tell us
Need a new Cali plug the last one got lost and jealous
By myself I smoke a eighth with the gang it's a oz
Don't ask to go if they don't

with the Rico
Nasty with it
Don't need no gas if we lit
Tuxedo, flask, and a pen
It's gon' be an immaculate win
I'm a cheat code, no Bushido
I'm

legit
On the low I got it lit
Think they hot but we blowing out they shit, candle

Opps be broke I'm feeling rich
I want money by the handful
Got em

Howard and FAMU, it's lit
I went to Howard on a trip
Man all of them bitches was thick
The afterparty, it was lit
Told her, I want your number lil bitch

the role, that's what she want
RAID, get sprayed like a motherfuckin' roach
Lit smoke, dick flushed down throat like RAID
RAID yo crib like a motherfuckin'

Better know I'm just awaiting the applause
This life's got me paranoid
Lookin' for something sufficient I know to fill the void
Surrounded by silhouettes