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ill fayze - bitties lyrics

[chorus: ill fayze]

yeah yeah i got one bittie, two bitties, three bitties, four bitties
in the whip my hittas with me, i think we need some
more bitties
five bitties, six bitties, nine bitties, sixty bitties
keep a fine latino with me, steer clear of that tomi
bittie

search bittie to bittie, we lewis & clark from city to city
the bitties are steamy, my forehead is sweaty the
windows are misty
this ain’t no disney, gimme that bittie i’ll hit it like
mickey (mantle!)
we sipping that fizzy, electric like zing we finna get litty
(candle)

[verse 1: ill fayze]

bittie-bu-bittie-bu-bitties, they hang for the bang yeah
shout out to chiddy (shout out to chiddy!)
be a good bittie my bittie and i can be santa i’ll slide
down yo’ chimney (slide down yo’ chimney!)
these bitties so fit and so thicky, gimme that bacon
some little miss piggy (yes!)
the best in the vip let’s go on a trip, i’ll fly to all of my
cities (bitt-ayy!)

miss me with that noise, my hittas rich on bitcoins
my main bittie annoyed, i’m up all night like big boi (wut?)
a big boi learn to fish, i feed my bittie big coi (cook)
if there ain’t trojans your boy bolton like i been troy
(ay!)

[verse 2: wess li]

grown bitties, no kiddies (no kiddies1)
from the city, real witty (witt-ayy!)
sunshine like daytime with a dark side like shmitty (shmitt-ayy!)

broke boys spittin’ game (game)
no chance no pity (nooo)
mature bittie boogie
and she lit like bic (like bic)
running drills like tip (like tip)
top shape mike vick (mike vick)
heavy foot don’t slip (don’t slip!)
flip flop don’t trip (don’t trip!)
nip’n’tuck like kim (like kim?)
get a job drive lyft (drive lyft?)
its chilly in here get zipped (get zipped)
my bitties like nails get clipped (psshheww!)

[verse 3: mrkd]

got clips like -rs-nal, my company some red gunners (ts-ts-ts)
shady sequoia groves, they hating on this fresh stunna (psshhh)
yeah bitties piranha, come for your collar when they
smell whiffs of the come up (-sniff-)
yeah call me camila quintet or single, your boy gon’ put up
the numbers (sheesh!)

your women petty my bitties ready
i’m the main man know the game plan
and my dame fine that maddy petty
karate kicks, no mani pedi
for you it won’t be pretty, spin yo’ head ’til you get dizzy
she is tequila with the lime, tell me fayze how many
bitties?

[chorus}

i-i got one bittie, two bitties, three bitties, four bitties (bitties!)
in the whip my hittas with me, i think we need some
more bitties (yes!)
five bitties, six bitties, nine bitties, sixty bitties
keep a fine latino with me, steer clear of that tomi
bittie

[outro]

them bitties!

- ill fayze lyrics

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