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a lot, but, nigga, you ain't bout it

This beat is so lit, you throwin' up it, gettin' beat by lyricists
It's somethin' you doin', y'all check how I'm

In the dead house I entered and lit a candle
The floors creak, the walls echo with a scandal
All the windows are open, inviting the night
But I'll

hippie, she gon' chill with a stoner
And we gon' kick it, Johnny Cage Green shadow kick, then we get lit
Then I hit her with a blade
High as fuck, hoodie

Yessir
Man I stay lit & I'm goin' up
I'm feelin' like gasoline
Man I stay lit & I'm goin' up
I'm feelin' like gasoline
Yeah pour that on there (Ice

i'm feeling all happy, sappy or little angry or lit on this fire vibe 
Imma bouta get sturdy on my journey so tell me if you wid it 
Bouta learn new

when I'm 18
By 21 I'm up in the magazine
Overlook me now they want to fuck with me
But I'm onto the finer things
Everybody hate me feel like Chris
I got

with models, who like living life full of throttle
Got em drinking straight out the bottle, yea it's lit, everywhere I go
Love the life you live, that's

Shout out to my ol' girl bruh I love you forever, I swear to God
Ayee
We litty
Litty
We lit in the biddy
I just pulled up in a renty
My first stop was

Fuck everyone I'm feeling like a sack of shit
All my walls are burning down they're really getting lit
I don't wanna see tomorrow because I know all

the front no fucks
I'm up bless up
Got a new fifth
And I got a new zip
So lit I'm sick
Two blunts both hit
No stick big back
Big rips blunted packed
Big smoke

Puff, puff, home run

I get it how I get it on my own son
First round, lights out
Two shots, light one
Puff, puff, home run
You think I'm lit up but nah

dat shit aye
Look at my chain
Look at my wrist aye
You all in ya feelings
Cause I fuck on yo bitch aye
If u really want problems
Nigga its lit aye

am the lord and you is a bitch
You drive an Accord, you is not shit bitch
Or lit, bitch
I'm lit bitch, my aura
I'm lit bitch
I'm lit bitch, my aura
She

Take a look at the shit that's on my back and what I'm carrying
I take a look at the shit you think is light and think it's barely lit
I take a look

every morning
I can tell by the way your eyes keep rolling
I ain't the only one in the row that you've been hoeing

Come on in the fire, Baby
I can't feel

Countin' paper, give me paper cuts
Smoke a niggah, ashes to dust
Bring the heat like I lit a blunt, and beat the beat like I threw a punch
Old school

hang around no snakes, I say too many shed

You know I'm that lit fuckin' gangsta, my bloodas bang red
I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends, I fuck with

Yeah we lit
Look at the sky
Damn we high
Never falling down
Yeah we lit

Boss up, I can’t 
Get caught, I’m up now
Runnin’ in my own race
You n*****

crouch low
Bipolar , gota change my clothes
Im switching lanes if your driving slow
Watch it unfold
The parties lit and my glass is cold
The part got

waitin'?
Show me what's inside Your heart is calling me
And it's begging to be free
All that's left to do is tell me Baby you're the one I want
By my side

weekend
She started screamin'
I hung up, girl, you tweakin'
I lit the blunt in front of Jake, they start policin'
I took them boys on the chase, my whip

Superstar, you're a superstar
Superstar, you're a superstar
In your eyes, I can see
Mystery accompanied by misery
It saddens me
How can it be
Cuz I

feel so good right by her side
I feel so good,
I feel alright
I feel so good,
I feel alright
Feelin' good,
I'm feelin' alright
I got this OG Kush in this

She got sex
She like a short goth girl with
Nice tits She got the skater
White boy with nice tricks
I'm bout' to get drunk
Smoke blunts and get lit
Yeah