| Drinkin' on somethin'
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| Man, I gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
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| Just chillin' with me with the haters doin' somethin'
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| Little girl, he gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
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| I’m smokin' on somethin', tryna go pop on somethin'
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| I ain’t trippin', man I don’t give a fuck if it’s your girl
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| Man she drinkin' on somethin', have you smokin' on somethin'
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| Have you smokin' on somethin'
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| Golly, golly, she love me, and
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| My woman, my ho, these women
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| Lit, lit, lit
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| Lit like Bic
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| SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
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| 2 by 2, 4 by 4
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| SremmLife shit, don’t answer that door
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| Neighbors keep knockin', bitches keep watchin'
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| Hoes keep jockin', but the money keep flockin'
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| They wishin' we was floppin', I can see it on they faces
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| I can point at different bitches
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| And I bet they all from different places
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| Look at all this money, lit, lit, lit
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| SremmLife shit, pop a chair, sit
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| Papa bear shit, I’m so grown
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| Brand new car, I’m so on
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| Yeah, nigga, what? |
| all my niggas rich
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| All my bitches rich too so you need a key to come visit
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| News life shit, test this cup, test this cup, do it for us
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| Four-eyed, damn, I’m twisted bad, I can feel it
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| Aquafina water, go ahead and pill it
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| Go ahead and pill it, do it if you dare
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| I just wanna lay it down and run my fingers right through her hair
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| Remove her underwear, lick, lick, lick
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| Lit sex yes, she show chest
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| Breathe in deep, geeked all week
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| Sunday night, Sunday fight
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| Argue, don’t wanna argue
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| How could you think that I would ever leave you?
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| I see right through you
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| Get money with the same crew
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| I fuck them same hoes like you
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| Switch 'em out once a week, I’m cool
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| Oh, that’s mid, I’m cool, damn
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| Midnight crew
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| Paint the Maserati midnight blue
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| Money pool, I’m 'bout to swim right through
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| Who are you?
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| Who said they got that stanky loud? |
| I wanna smell it
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| You say you run your fuckin' town, I let you tell it
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| Who really run the underground? |
| I wanna meet you
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| Already tryna bite the style, you know we see you
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| Before I let my whole hood down, I’ll bring my team up
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| You say you run your fuckin' town, we need to link up
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| I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up
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| I-I-I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up
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| Lit, lit like Jeeper’s Creepers
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| Wild boy in a wife beater
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| Hoppin' out of that two-seater
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| Doot-doot, that’s a new Bimmer
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| Bad bitches come see Jxmmi
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| Just might leave a tip with you
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| Lit, lit, might spend a ticket
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| See if these red bottoms fit you
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| I’m doin' numbers, Sremm goin' bonkers
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| Bands bustin', better run for cover
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| Piped up, I might run for governor
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| I need bottles here on the double
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| I need bitches here on the double
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| I need condoms here on the double
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| Rae Sremmurd, that’s double trouble
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| Golly, golly, she love me, and
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| My woman, my ho, these women
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| Lit, lit, lit
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| Lit like Bic
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| SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
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| 2 by 2, 4 by 4
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| SremmLife shit, don’t answer that door |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lit Like Bic , by - Rae Sremmurd. Song from the album SremmLife, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп