SEV
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Lit (Prod. SEV) [Lyrics]
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- 02:53
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- 320 kbit/sec
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Текст песни "SEV — Lit (Prod. SEV) [Lyrics]"
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 get down
VERSE 1
You the shit baby you the shit ohh
Baby come I'll 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
Riding till this mothefucka 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
VERSE 2
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 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
