Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Lit (feat. Roach Gigz & Iamsu!) , by - Nima FadaviRelease date: 12.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's Lit (feat. Roach Gigz & Iamsu!) |
| Man, fuck that chorus shit |
| I’m in New York on my tourist shit |
| They want to meet me top floor and shit |
| 'Bout to be on TV like that Dora chick |
| Sometimes I reminisce about how the morn' got missed |
| Then I pop a cork and pour 'til I piss |
| With four or more chicks |
| That’s bored of your dick |
| Now that’s a great mix |
| 8 chicks, and greatness |
| It’s kinda funny how time is money |
| And ain’t been late since |
| If you owe me call me surge |
| Make your payments |
| My fragrance |
| Makes sense when you see my eyes |
| And you don’t need a club to see my drive |
| You gotta be a hustler |
| Or else they won’t fuck with ya |
| The world is your customer |
| Serve em' what you’re best at |
| I’m from the Bay like Dre where the crest at? |
| I gotta fly to see my pops |
| Did you catch that? |
| My mom’s is the best dad, focus on you |
| So hopefully when you see me you won’t get mad |
| Jetlag, I don’t got it |
| I’m getting lit with the pilot in the cockpit |
| You know I’m fucking playin' |
| About that fucking plane |
| I ain’t trynna die because the pilot’s high |
| I stay on some cool shit, don’t play with that bullshit |
| I stay on some cool shit, don’t play with that bullshit |
| Don’t always break them, but I always got the rules bent |
| Tell me how to do it, when I’m a lover not a fighter |
| And I started real young, had a rubber in my diaper |
| My wife really got other girls trying to wife her |
| I feel like a Mormon |
| And when I get rich I’m going to have midget doormen |
| Don’t make me feel important |
| It’s a hard knock life, ask Jay-Z |
| Or Annie the orphan, don’t make me bring out the Italian |
| Start extorting, park your Porsche and take your keys |
| Because if these kids were like we were |
| Then your fucking kush is going to be gone for sure |
| I caught them slipping at the gas station |
| All they saw, was the car’s big ass shake |
| And after that we were half baked, like Dave Chapelle |
| We were raised in hell |
| How’d I turn so bad? |
| I was raised so well |
| No paper trail |
| I didn’t write this down, I’m an Adidas man |
| No Nike town, my eyes are brown |
| I’m really 5'7 but I say I’m 5'8 |
| Now you can vibrate and go fuck yourself |
| And all these other boxers better tighten their belts |
| It’s Roachy Balboa bitch, Roachy Balboa |
| I’m not a villain, but I gotta kill them |
| These other rappers are really not appealing |
| Somebody gotta tell them |
| I’mma lay back, in a Giants or A’s hat |
| Always rep where I’m paged at |
| A Bay beast, ain’t nothing going to change that |
| Or rearrange that |
| My brain where the flame at |
| And you can’t buy the same cap, you gonna get chain snatched |
| Where my pain pills? |
| I really couldn’t tell you how being the same feels |
| Or wood grain feels |
| But I will when I get my deal, you can trust that |
| Fuck with it, or get the fuck back |