Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lit, artist - SEV. Date of issue: 22.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lit |
| HOOK |
| See me I’m lit pocket full of cake baby you know we on |
| New watch on my wrist |
| Haters talking shit I just kick my feet up |
| Riding through the city |
| I whip it whip it whip it yeah I rep that east side |
| I ain’t with the friction |
| But don’t you get it twisted Im ready to get down |
| You the shit baby you the shit ohh |
| Baby come Ill give me something to hold you |
| They bring the heat but you still remain cold |
| Let the lights shine you brighter than em all |
| She looking good that’s a must thing |
| She gon do whatever boss says |
| Bust it baby on my plies shit |
| That’s my flex that’s my swag |
| You know what you want let’s front less |
| We both sipping on that Bombay |
| Set the mood I Hit that sade |
| I’ll be a smooth operator baby trust me |
| Pre Hook |
| Uhh baby I’m on one |
| Uhh no we ain’t slowing down |
| I be Bumping riding slow that bun b |
| Road might get little bumpy but |
| Riding till wheels mothefucking fall off |
| HOOK |
| See me I’m lit pocket full of cake baby you know we on |
| New watch on my wrist |
| Haters talking shit I just kick my feet up |
| Riding through the city |
| I whip it whip it whip it yeah I rep that east side |
| I ain’t with the friction |
| But don’t you get it twisted Im ready to get down |
| Them haters creeping yeah |
| But we just sipping drinks |
| Whole lotta flexing yeah |
| No consequences yeah |
| They be just chasing tails |
| Stuck in one place yeah |
| No more bout this and that |
| Get back to you and me |
| Saw you then I saw us |
| Vision baby that’s where it starts |
| On my yo gotti shit I had to bag it up bag it up |
| Heard my voice had you tripping out |
| Had you asking how I get it done |
| Shades on even when it’s dark baby |
| This my vibe fuck with me now |
| Pre Hook |
| Uhh baby I’m on one |
| Uhh no We ain’t slowing down |
| I be Bumping riding slow that bun b |
| Road might get little bumpy |
| We Riding till the fucking wheels fall off |
| HOOK |
| See me I’m lit pocket full of cake baby you know we on |
| New watch on my wrist |
| Haters talking shit I just kick my feet up |
| Riding through the city |
| I whip it whip it whip it yeah I rep that east side |
| I ain’t with the friction |
| But don’t you get it twisted Im ready to get down |