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letra de i'm lit - wes krave

yo b-tch be on my d-ck
your life boring i’m lit
talk to em

(verse 1)
yo b-tch wanna be where i be at
money everyday i need that
got birds but i started from a g pack
break the brick in half like a kit kat, (uh)
p-ssy so good i gotta fall back, (yep)
hit her find too but i never called back, (nope)
been a player all my life what you cal
never trust a b-tch yea i bet you know that
step on the brick like it was a door mat
told you never trust a b-tch cause she left the door cracked
n-ggas ran in you crib like they ran a 4 flat
ain’t it kinda funny where they knew where dope was at, (wonder where the dope at)
now you see the picture like kodak, (kodak)
instead of going to her crib you should of caught a jack
i’m getting real money and real n-ggas honor that
you chasing hoes while i’m trying to catch another stack
them b-tches they love me, (love me) alway wanna run up and hug me
them n-gga they owe me, (they owe me) running round here trying to duck me,(they do)
the teller she flirts, (why) cause i’m always up at the bank
you n-ggas b-tt hurt, (why) cause your girl be coming home late, (yea)

(hook)
yo b-tch be on my d-ck
maybe she love me cause i’m rich
the money you be getting ain’t sh-t
your life boring i’m lit, (yea)
yo b-tch be on my d-ck
maybe she love me cause i’m rich
the money you be getting ain’t sh-t
your life boring i’m lit, (yea)
yo b-tch be on my d-ck
maybe she love me cause i’m rich
the money you be getting ain’t sh-t
your life boring i’m lit, (yea)
yo b-tch be on my d-ck
maybe she love me cause i’m rich
the money you be getting ain’t sh-t
your life boring i’m lit, (yea)

(verse 1)
pull up on ya b-tch then she hop in, (hop in)
the head was so good had me locked in, (d-mn)
no ludacris but she p-ssy popping, (poppin)
on a handstand, (handstand) cause i’m the f-cking man,(i’m the man)
yal n-ggas broke better get a plan
i put my meat in ya girl like a diaphragm, (d-mn)
i’m with all night and she trying to go ham
bust two time stick to the program
i’m on the way and thats to the tippy top
gonna milk the cow to the last drippy drop
i comfortable she f-ck me right out my socks
everything fish scale no re rock, (no re- rock)
make it swim like dolph key glock
i ain’t going back and forth like a see saw
ole country ass n-gga you a hee-haw
i’m too legit you too flaw
them b-tches they love me, (love me) alway wanna run up and hug me
them n-gga they owe me, (they owe me) running round here trying to duck me,(they do)
the teller she flirts, (why) cause i’m always up at the bank
you n-ggas b-tt hurt, (why) cause your girl be coming home late, (yea)

- wes krave

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