Lyrics CVS ON MY LIT - Eric North, SYBYR, Cxrpse

CVS ON MY LIT

And, The Lit Machines present:
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, ayy, lit
Uh, uh, ah, ah, uh
Dylan Brady
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, ayy (Ayy)
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, ayy (Yuh)
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, ayy (Yuh)
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, ayy
Lit, on lit, ayy, on lit, on lit, on lit, on lit
Needa drink fuckin' bleach, I really said that shit
All these niggas do not care about what we think
They just want a bunch of destruction, we The Lit Machines
What they thinkin', that they girlfriend fuckin' something?
I don’t know it, I don’t care 'cause they mean nothing
We go finesse and then go and take all they shit
So we don’t rely on bottles just to take a pic
Time to go perform, just so we could be lit
Grab a groupie and a couple of some bitches
It’s lit, it’s lit, it’s lit, it’s lit
The Lit Machines, yeah it’s lit, yeah, it’s fuckin' lit
Lit Machines, oh my God, it’s so fuckin' lit
We’re so fuckin' lit, yeah, we so fuckin' lit
Hahaha
How you doing, bitch?
How you doing, bitch?
It’s Eric, it’s Eric North (Hahaha)
How you doing, bitch?
Hahahahaha
I know you see all these dollars, bitch
Like, why you fronting, bitch?
Why you fronting, bitch?
Shit, sit on my fuckin lap
White girl, so take it back for me
I’m lookin' like the fuckin' goat that be on Bathory
Nothing in here fuckin' foreign, I’ma let you know
Baby, sit upon my hand and I will let you go
Tying a on my wrist, I’ll be
substances with my head, yah
Baby, you can sit on my hand, oh
How can’t you be my memento?
You say I’m not good for her mental
Now baby smokin' a menthol
Bitch, ain’t no way to get through to you
You don’t want my fuckin' money
I look at my wrist, and look at my money
Why don’t you want me?
-Zing, oozing
Stabbin' a bitch when she oozing, she oozing
Stabbing a bitch, she oozing, she oozing
Stabbing a bitch, said she oozing