Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, aye
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, aye
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, aye
Rolex, Ferragamo, VVS, aye
Lit
On lit, aye
On lit
On lit
On lit
On lit
Needa drink fucking bleach
I really said that shit
All these niggas do not care about what we think
They just want a bunch of destruction, we The Lit Machines
What they thinking, that they girlfriend fucking something?
I don't know it, I don't care 'cause they mean nothing
We go finesse and then go and take all they shit
So we don't rely on bottles just to take a pic
Time to go perform, just so we could be lit
Grab a groupie and a couple of some bitches
It's lit, it's lit, it's lit, it's lit
The Lit Machines, yeah it's lit, yeah, it's fucking lit
Lit Machines, oh my God, it's so fucking lit
We're so fucking lit, yeah, we so fucking lit
White girl for real, so take it back for me
I'm looking like the fucking goat that be on Bathory
Nothing in here fucking foreign, I'ma let you know
Baby, sit upon my lap and I will let you go
Tying a slut on my wrist, I'll be "Hell yeah"
Oh you like substances in all my head, yah
Baby, you can sit on my hand, oh
How can't you be my memento?
You say I'm not good for her mental
Now baby smoking a menthol
Bitch, ain't no way to get through to you
You don't want my fucking money
I look at my wrist, and look at my money
Why don't you love me?
Oozing, oozing
Stabbing a bitch when she oozing, she oozing
Stabbing a bitch, she oozing, she oozing
Stabbing a bitch, said she oozing
Поcмотреть все песни артиста