letra de let's get lit - finding novyon
[hook]
aye, roll it up, let’s get lit (d-mn, d-mn)
like my backwoods exactly how i like my b-tch, d-mn that’s thick
aye, take a puff, take a hit (d-mn, d-mn)
i don’t chase ’em, but your hoe be on my d-ck (that’s my thottie)
i got cups, i got drank (d-mn, d-mn)
n-ggas stuntin’ with no money in the bank, get your bands up pullin’ up, quarter tank (d-mn, d-mn)
blowin’ loud hoe and the section stank, what you think?
[verse 1]
i don’t f-ck with no frauds (with no frauds), aye
backin’ right out the garage, aye
runnin’ i need a m-ssage, aye
workin’ like i had a job, aye
eatin’ cause n-gga i starve, aye
minneapolis i’m wavey, k!llin’ rappers on the daily
she took me back to her bedroom
novyon gave her that leg room
that moment she gave me a head full
that she charged me up like a red bull
wings, she gave me wings
i’m spittin’ dope and collecting the fiends
i break it down then i roll up the tree
i got the sauce, what the f-ck do you mean?
[hook]
aye, roll it up, let’s get lit (d-mn, d-mn)
like my backwoods exactly how i like my b-tch, d-mn that’s thick
aye, take a puff, take a hit (d-mn, d-mn)
i don’t chase ’em, but your hoe be on my d-ck (that’s my thottie)
i got cups, i got drank (d-mn, d-mn)
n-ggas stuntin’ with no money in the bank, get your bands up pullin’ up, quarter tank (d-mn, d-mn)
blowin’ loud hoe and the section stank, what you think?
[verse 2]
i need a b-tch who don’t talk back
just give me head like a ball cap
keenan and kell b-tch i’m “all that”
young n-gga changing the format
don’t give no f-ck if you hating, aye
don’t got no time for no caking, aye
i’ve just been drinking and kegging, aye
i just got lost in the matrix, d-mn
please don’t get lost in the sauce bae
i still got work on my off day
she callin’ me like a ball play
i got that heat like picante
woah, working my wrist
working these tracks, then i’m working your b-tch
then she gets p-ssed like a f-cking -ssist
i keep that flame cause i really be lit
[hook]
aye, roll it up, let’s get lit (d-mn, d-mn)
like my backwoods exactly how i like my b-tch, d-mn that’s thick
aye, take a puff, take a hit (d-mn, d-mn)
i don’t chase ’em, but your hoe be on my d-ck (that’s my thottie)
i got cups, i got drank (d-mn, d-mn)
n-ggas stuntin’ with no money in the bank, get your bands up pullin’ up, quarter tank (d-mn, d-mn)
blowin’ loud hoe and the section stank, what you think?
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