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mackavon – lit lyrics

{intro}

yea, it’s the young mack, we lit as f-ck, broward county, yea

{verse 1}

sh-t, i’m f-cked up, tell her what’s up
she still tryna f-ck with the group but we don’t rock with that but we toast up
put your cup in the air then pour up
i’m laid out on the futon she wanna f-ck for free, get a coupon
godd-mn what you on? you think i’m about to put you on?
the drink in your cup is too strong, told that b-tch that get a move on
uber her outta here, we lit then we outta here
do this sh-t outta fear before the cops do appear
wavy i know it yea, crazy and love with flare
she know that we run it here, broward we outta here
move the h-ll outta here, none of ya’ll seem to care
so i guess i gotta put my cup in the air, get my patron on like woah man i’m so gone, swear to god, man i’m so gone
but i got that b-tch on my cell phone, so i drunk text that i’m too gone
she reply back, ion read that, told her -ss i was too gone
so don’t blame me yuh blame it on the alcohol yea and we gon have a party after all
you know when it’s dark out, b-tches don’t trust you dawg, these b-tches don’t trust you dawg
just cause we party hard, this sh-t look like mardi gras
cops might just get involved, neighbors knocking telling us that the cops getting called
but f-ck the pigs, we out here making bacon ain’t n0body salty so the f-ck we look like shaking?
red and blue, in the lot, the party look vacant
but we quiet as a mouse so the cops get to shaking
we might as well do our thing, these b-tches f-ck with the gang
new day, same thing, we don’t ever gang bang but she wanna gang bang

{bridge}

told her i don’t gang bang now she don’t f-ck with the gang now she don’t f-ck with the gang
crazy how that work yea that b-tch said put in work, tryna get up in my pants i’m tryna get up in your skirt
staring at your chest cause that sh-t busting out your shirt, eyeing me down while i’m still looking at your shirt
crazy how that work yea that b-tch said put in work, tryna get up in my pants i’m tryna get up in your skirt
staring at your chest cause that sh-t busting out your shirt, eyeing me down while i’m still looking at your shirt

- mackavon lyrics

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