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kay creme – it’s lit lyrics

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(hook)
its lit
i’m lit
it’s lit
you lit
it’s lit
we lit
it’s lit
too lit
i treat a n-gg- like a b-tch
i got a chopper wit them sticks
i got these p-ssy n-gg-s p-ssed
these n-gg-s hating i’m the sh-t x2

(verse 1)
these n-gg-‘s hating i’m the sh-t
got pistols hanging out the whip
you p-ssy n-gg-‘s better dip
the money flowing like a ship

these little b-tches always hating
they talk about me, it don’t phase me
you got no clout and aggravating
get the f-ck out my face b-tch aching

you get on my mother f-cking nerves
b-tch that’s my mother f-cking word
you b-tches gone flock like a bird
i put a n-gg- on a shirt

and n-gg- i’m mother f-cking packing
pistols sparking get the clapping
slump a n-gg- get to napping
you know my n-gg-s bout that action

b-tches so mother f-cking lame
always speaking on my name
b-tch you ugly and you stank
my jordans cost more than yo chain

my jordans cost more than yo main
my jordans cost more than yo brain
my pistol gone pop at a stain
i make a p-ssy n-gg- plank

you talking acting like you savage
you waving pistols ain’t gone blast it
you talking dummy, let you have it
i’m lit as f-ck & you a average

they saying they toting them straps
in shootouts they hide in the back
these n-gg-s p-ssy, tryna act
i’m lit as f-ck, and you whack

(hook)
its lit
i’m lit
it’s lit
you lit
it’s lit
we lit
it’s lit
too lit
i treat a n-gg- like a b-tch
i got a chopper wit them sticks
i got these p-ssy n-gg-s p-ssed
these n-gg-s hating i’m the sh-t x2

(verse 2)
how you balling with no money ?
why you talking, b-tch you funny
b-tch you hang around them dummies
you a b-m, you ain’t nothing

you balling but stay wit yo momma
you flexing ain’t even got commas
fake louie, gucci, ferragamo
ain’t none of your sh-t real designer

man go ahead with that sh-t
you broke as f-ck and a b-tch
you claim you banging, you a snitch
i’m bout to drake em wit the 6

and you ain’t even got a car… that ain’t yo whip that you driving
you saying lil shorty your broad… but that little b-tch everybody’s

she f-cking, & sucking, & ducking my clique
she f-cking, & loving, & sucking my d-ck
i f-cked her, don’t love her, i bust on her lip
if n-gg-‘s gone try me i empty the clip

p-ssy n-gg-s really think they can fight
when i see them, n-gg-s quiet on sight
n-gg-s flexing like they toting the pipe
you ain’t blowing , n-gg- that ain’t yo life

n-gg-s saying that they mother f-cking hot
one hit wonder boy you mother f-cking not
p-ssy boy, you a mother f-cking thot
n-gg- do not come around in my spot

n-gg- do not come around in my section
n-gg- i don’t f-ck around wit no flexers
don’t come around is the mother f-cking message
cause fake n-gg-s, is a f-cking infection

(hook)
its lit
i’m lit
it’s lit
you lit
it’s lit
we lit
it’s lit
too lit
i treat a n-gg- like a b-tch
i got a choppa wit them sticks
i got these p-ssy n-gg-s p-ssed
these n-gg-s hating i’m the sh-t x2

- kay creme lyrics

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