Lyrics Lit - Bas, J. Cole, KQuick

Lit

Do you still believe in love?
Or do you love…
(Verse)
Man it’s 2 a night out, rollin White House
Girl, it’s been a while since I hit a wide out
I’m with it though, she a centerfold
Big ol blunt look tentacles
She strip in Europe, Interpol
Don’t remember her in a close
I fucked her friend, damn it was close
Let’s reunite, let’s get em close
Hit em twice in a roll
Hit a flight and I’m ghost
That’s the last time I seen er though
She be getting too eager, hoe
Stamp it like it’s my Visa
Chiefin off of these berries
When the world gets heavy and it hurts to carry
I’m the midnight mercenary, fiend
(Hook)
It’s lit, feel the buzz
That’s the half, shit it was
It’s lit, feel the buzz
It’s lit, feel the buzz
(Verse)
She took me to a place that I never would discover
Might never have another so I have to fuck it
Reach into my pockets, damn, I ain’t got a rubber
See my nigga rhyme like ill rhyme Huber
He be outta space, say he got a case
It’s straps in the back of the hotel covered
Room 508, check by the safe
She said boy you got it made, do you got a cape?
I ain’t with the game, my do I gotta wait
I’m quite impatient, intoxication
Got me feelin like procreatin
Girl I’m the baker, you surely cakin
Stand back, patch em up
Amazing graces, photo finish and fornication
Photo finish and fornication, fiend
(Hook)
It’s lit, feel the buzz
That’s the half, shit it was
It’s lit, feel the buzz
It’s lit, feel the buzz
Feel the buzz
Can you feel the buzz?
And then we feel the buzz
Oh why, girl
Do you still believe in love?
What’s your trap?
Get away from the gooder
What’s your trap?
Now comes the question of wits
And so do you lose?
Do you lose the same so what the other that yo house talkin
on?
But then there are less people know I have more than one tape so maybe we
should just not use this.
And use the other intro so people will think I just took it straight through
Yea, let’s do that
(Verse)
You’d be surprised how many truths you could hide in a flow
I’m listening to this beat with my eye lids closed
Thoughts keep flashin and I keep laughin
I never thought that I will fuck Irish hoes
Maybe Asian bitches or Caucasian bitches
Remember when I got to New York I was lost because all I ever saw was Jamaican
bitches
I ain’t really know what jam, where it was
Little country nigga, goddamn I was
To you niggas talkin online until you make it this side and you could never
understand this buzz, well
Maybe if you’d put yourself in the shoes of a nigga comin straight out the south
No gold grill, just a east coast feel and a set of crooked teeth in this mouth
Make them hoes bounce
They can’t get enough
Niggas say I made it, I ain’t makin enough
Man, hatin ass nigga,
You a real lame ass nigga if you ain’t got my tape in yo truck
Cole, I’m one and don’t you forget that
I think I lost my mind round the same time I lost my 6 pack
But, huh, no sit-ups for me
Long as my dick still get up for me
Long as a hoe still give up for me
She usually talks but she get us for free, woah
That’s TMI, lil something like TMZ
Scared of the days you’ll be seein me ‘cause my girl do not play coast DMP
It’s something for the hoop fans,
Just cop it a coupe man
No drop top but a slap on the roof that can slide out
You can get a little sun while you ride out
Set on the beat, let me vibe out
We the 15 with a ASR up in my house,
Writin rhymes out, mama made it happen
Coulda been a lawyer but I made it rappin
He know the rappin, now at the shows he the main attraction
Another shot of Henny so I’m faded askin how long do this drug called thing
will last me
Feel the buzz
Another shot of Henny so I’m faded askin how long do this drug called thing
will last me
SB
Feel the buzz
It’s lit
Feel the buzz
Feel the buzz