paroles de chanson Litt - Austin Steele

Day and night
Woah, woah, woah, what, (Like), what
I said do you got the energy to be texting Austin
Day and night
I recorded this

Hey
I told these motherfuckers I'm (Huh)
I told these motherfuckers I'm (Hey)
I told these motherfuckers (Turn up) I'm

I told these motherfuckers I'm lit (Lit)
Bitch you stay sucking this dick (Dick)
Fuck you and your whole damn clique (Clique)
I told these motherfuckers I'm (Huh)

I'm lit
Pretty motherfucker I'm never hit
No lie
You know why
Cause I bagged all the women
Y'all wanted to try
Oh shit
Realtalk
No lie like a bitch that will take your heart
That's true
Where's your crew?
You know house lit
Be them boys that rule
And we out of here like projectiles
When my dick hard it go missile
Your bitch washed like textile
We don't wife hoes we just run trials
Woah (Woah)
I heard error
I think my mind has never been clearer
Cause I bust this nut
I get my mind back
But can you back your mind into this nut sack cause (Cause)
I'm lit
If the shoe fits then I'll wear the shit
Just a lost hoe in this big world
That's infatuated with too many girls
Just tryna get a grip nigga
Dancing in clubs like a Brooklyn Crip nigga
If I slip I grab your girls hips nigga
I don't watch the bullshit
Just skip nigga cause (Cause)

I told these motherfuckers I'm lit (Lit)
Bitch you stay sucking this dick (Dick)
Fuck you and your whole damn clique (Clique)
I told these motherfuckers I'm lit (Lit)
I told these motherfuckers I'm lit (Lit)
Bitch you stay sucking this dick (Dick)
Fuck you and your whole damn clique (Clique)
I told these motherfuckers I'm
Lit (Lit)
Lit (Lit)
Lit (Lit)
Lit (Lit)
Lit (Lit)
Lit (Lit)
I told these motherfuckers I'm
Lit (Lit)
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Lit (Lit)
I told these motherfuckers I'm

High as fuck with no landing space
And my flow Usain when he in a race
When lighting strike you better know what hit
Cause I'll off your top like hoes do to tricks
And this slight of hand is NBA
Y'all niggas special without the K
And when I scoop it won't be for treats
Unless I take your bitch then I'll be discreet
Won't talk about how I'm the best she knew
Or how I hammer walls you tried to screw
Or how you said you'll be her man
But couldn't hack and abandon plan
I'll talk about
How you a bitch
Couldn't smell greatest I'm bound to sniff
Cause I reflect things that a hater hate
Like self-love so you could see the fake
And my third eye already been inclined
I float on beats so I know divine
I'm God's gift you didn't see his touch
I'm the diamond nigga that sat in the rough
A reflection of what balance is
Are you dumb or stupid?
This what talent is
As you sit there just reportin'
I'm high as fuck
With no snortin'
Nigga

I told these motherfuckers I'm lit (Lit)
Bitch you stay sucking this dick (Dick)
Fuck you and your whole damn clique (Clique)
I told these motherfuckers I'm lit (Lit)
I told these motherfuckers I'm lit (Lit)
Bitch you stay sucking this dick (Dick)
Fuck you and your whole damn clique (Clique)
I told these motherfuckers I'm

Darrel, Darrel
I sent it to uhm Austin right
And he was like, "He had mad attitude when he said it too lol"
I would dead use this on one of my mixtapes
Oh tell him to do that
To do it?
Okay