Fake Lit feat. June Onna Beat

歌詞

(B.o.B.:) Shit be two lit, shit be four lit Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Two lit, shit be four lit We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Yeah yeah, d-d-dat's the shit I like (Hey) I ain't got no type, I can't decide Girls like girls like girls, they can't deny Eating pussy with a side of wine No, it ain't no telling what we might do When she in a penthouse with a tight view Reefer got me stuck, shit, got my eyes glued Oh yeah, that's my girl and that's our wife too Lit, shit be four lit Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Two lit, shit be four lit We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit (Ty Dolla $ign:) Ay, Dolla hit it, B.o.B hit Uh, T.I.P hit it, TZ hit Ay, I feel like we the new Dogg pound Uh, she know Dolla getting money now Uh, I'ma pass her like Cam Yay, I'ma pass her like Peyton Ooh, I got diamonds on my neck I got diamonds on my rib, put some diamonds on my main bitch Uh, in the Porsche so wavy Put a Rollie on my lady, Dolla need a new baby Eh, she know Dolla stay litty Still ain't heard about Dolla? You should come to my city (B.o.B & Ty Dolla $ign (T.I.):) Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah) Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ooh) Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye-ye-yeah) Two lit, shit be four lit (Uh, okay) We ain't trippin' 'cause we all here (Yeah) (T.I.:) You know we all wit' it All my niggas quick to hit and never call bitches Just might see my lil nigga pulling up wit' y'all bitches Pick the short ones up, bend it over tall bitch Ay, put that phone down and mind your fucking business, girl Ay, put some money up if you so independent, girl Now I'm just tryna put some diamonds in ya pendant, get your titties fixed Presidential suites and private jets, outside the city shit One thing I can't stand is a petty heaux Can't keep your business to yourself, don't go to telling folks 'Bout where you been and how much pussy you be selling folk Don't wanna see her with a telescope, tell her tho (B.o.B & Ty Dolla $ign (T.I.):) Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah) Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ooh) Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye-ye-yeah) Two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah) We ain't trippin' 'cause we all here (Ooh) Yeah yeah, Dolla $ign