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letra de lit - amer

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[verse 1] (bi!tz)
this gang, bl!tz fangs
he don’t wanna go
cause’ i’m rapping
off the capping
in your bro
i’m looking at the light
brother, looking at the snow
uh, what’s up, my bro?
you a angel
my bro, you a lil’ ladle
(oh no, oh no)
no dough
beat it
he don’t wanna go
ima ride in my city
“it’s litty’” like i’m, travis scott (it’s lit)
no tommy richman (no tommy)
he don’t wanna go
hit up his mommy
he is my bro
i’m only ten in the back of the benz
brother, i am not ten
a lil’ older than that
he don’t wanna go cause’ i’m older than cap
he don’t wanna go, i’m older than cap
you little kids are like older than rap
[verse 2] (amer)
first thing first (oh) i pop the cap (what?)
2nd thing 2nd i’ll stop the rap (amer!)
3rd thing 3rd (oh) i’ll stop the cap (see ya!)
4th thing 4th, brotha stop the yap! (oh)
brothers my twin (oh)
off of percs he win
(he is him) oh
we evil twins
ski mask the slump god, and juicе wrld!
we evil twins i’m sipping on (bang!)
he don’t wanna go cause i’m living off bang!
enеrgy, energy, he don’t wanna go
cause’ limes and some hennessy
and you is my bro
you went off of the percs, yep!
i do got work, ayy
(see ya!)
off of the molly (what, what?)
what?!
on a bugatti
(phew, phew, phew)
i get off the molly
(ooh)
now, get off a body
(oh)
[verse 3] (amer)
bang never gonna hear my real voice!
(what?)
i get hit like gail lewis, boy
(ah)
ima work out there
(ooh, see ya!)
(phew)
make me a producer tag right now!
(what see ya, what see ya)
making them know me
rest in peace, kobe (r.i.p.)
i’m babbling like n0body ever know me
not even my auntie or my mommy
not even my daddy or my bother
looking for a baddie just to hover?
balling like i’m on the 2k cover
they i’m not original
but i really think i’m original
i season you like oregano
but really, i’m tricking
bout’ your legs now
put ‘em down
you’re a clown
i picked up your little crown
she pick up the trash and said
“why you do this now?!”
why do you sip on beer?
why are you built like a deer?
why do you say dear me
when it’s really deer you?
you built like some deer poo
running, running ‘round in an all black coupe
(ooh)
i’m better than you
(bunts!)
[outro] (amer, bl!tz)
no dough
he don’t wanna go cause’ i ride in my city
i ride in the city, like i’m travis scott
brother, it’s litty!
(ooh)

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