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fmb dz - lit lyrics

[intro: fmb dz]
lit, everything lit
whoever thought that it’d come to this?
everything lit
lit, everything lit
n-gga, if i want it i can go and get
hah, ayy, everything lit
fifty thousand on me cash, everything legit

[verse 1: fmb dz]
ooh, hah, i’m lit the f-ck up
yeah my b-tch bad and bougie and she stuck up
yeah these n-ggas tuck they tail when i come around
me and choose in fairfield blowin’ out the pound
lil dirty -ss n-gga better watch your mouth
or i’ll have my young n-ggas outside your house
and they all dome hitters, you know what we ’bout
i be ballin’ on these n-ggas, you more like a scout
yeah i jumped in the game, i ain’t have a couch
that n-gga just got ten chains, that boy do the most
what i spent in a month, i could’ve bought a boat
n-ggas ain’t did what i did, i’m the f-ckin’ goat

[chorus: fmb dz]
broke -ss rappers always talkin’, huh
coupes back to back, y’all boys walkin’, huh
you ain’t on my level, it’s a different bracket
snakes on my shoes, snakes on my jacket
dumpin’ ashes in the foreign, i got bad habits
i ain’t new to this, b-tch i been havin’
got a new york b-tch i met in manhattan
they love when i talk that sh-t so i’ma keep spazzin’

[verse 2: e-40]
i don’t pop bubblegum, i pop guns
and i don’t carry loose change, just lump sums
it’d be bad if you got on my bad side
you don’t want doctor skrill to turn into mister hyde
i was raised around hyenas
ever since i came out of my daddy’s p-n-s
if i was a pimp, i’d be a g*nius
i’d be the first pimp to send a ho to venus
my macking’s incredible, i got liquor and edibles
i turn up like the vegetable, smoke a whole lot of medical
ghetto heisman like wc, i should get a medal
for being the first d boy to cook a whole key in a kettle
who got a cigarillo? break down a bush
roll it and light it, spark up the og kush
everybody’s invited, this is a celebration
real n-ggas united, no player hatin’, b-tch

[verse 3: fmb dz]
pillow talkin’ to these hoes, i hear you chit-chattin’
i’ma catch a n-gga out and i’ma gift wrap him
once a p-ssy, always p-ssy, i’ma b-tch smack him
i love gucci or the louis, yeah i’m mismatching
i heard these n-ggas talkin’ loud like they a kingpin
my lil b-tch bustin’ scripts ’til the lean in
i just got another car, they say the blue one’s here
that n-gga skuba dropped a five in a root beer

[outro: fmb dz]
lit, everything lit
n-gga, if i want it i can go and get
hah, ayy, everything lit
fifty thousand on me cash, everything legit

- fmb dz lyrics

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