L.I.T. Remix

Jon Z, men
 (Rxckson)
 L-I-G, no hay que beef
 L-I-G, no hay que beef
 Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics
 Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
 Ven si te quiere' sumar
 L-I-T, you know she lit
 Shawty said she wanna take pics
 All she really talk about is bust down, bust down
 Baby take a look at my (oh my God!)
 If I told you what I spent last quarter
 Horrible taxman, there's loads of things
 Woah she bad, Imma put her on snap
 Like come put a caption on this (oh my God!)
 L-I-G., no hay que beef
 Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics
 Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
 Rolex, Patek y los APs
 Yo no vendo mi flow y pa' la foto digo cheese
 Gucci bag y la click-clack (Jon Z, men)
 Y me llevo a tu bitch
 Ante' 'taba pela'o, pasé hambre
 Ahora soy grande, mi movimiento se expande
 Cuida'o con quien ande', tengo un full, no te espante'
 Mi puta quizá te encante, calle pero elegante
 No me gusta frontear, eso no e' cool (No)
 Tú me ve' medio funny (what?), pero tengo una full
 La vi en azul, chopá en el baúl
 No, préndelo, ma nigga
 Préndele, sigue bailando, ma', ándele
 Buen gistro Burberry
 Métele, métele, báilame en el tubo
 Enciéndeme, enciéndeme, yeah
 Préndete un phillie, ma', préndele, préndele
 L-I-T, you know she lit
 Shawty said she wanna take pics
 All she really talk about is bust down, bust down
 Baby take a look at my (oh my God!)
 If I told you what I spent last quarter
 Horrible taxman, there's loads of things
 Woah she bad, Imma put her on snap
 Like come put a caption on this (oh my God!)
 L-I-G, no hay que beef
 Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics
 Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
 Rolex, Patek y los APs
 Yo no vendo mi flow y pa' la foto digo cheese
 Gucci bag y la click-clack
 Y me llevo a tu bitch
 Bad B no filter
 Just got the racks in my Monzo
 But it ain't enough, man I need me a million (oh my God!)
 That's gyallie to the left and right
 But they want me in the middle like I'm David Silva
 I'm thinking, is it really me on this rap ting?
 I heard them saying that my face familiar (oh my God!)
 Still I'm out here tryna buss
 I swear down she told you she got a boyfriend (oh my God!)
 Could never be us
 Remember when I said that I hit the post?
 Now I'm on away goals man that's two for one
 Man they must be dumb
 If they're ever gonna talk about luck
 Man it's been a while since I gave in a CV (oh my God!)
 Still I ain't surprised how we been on job, madness!
 She talking feelings couldn't catch it, another one
 They lackin', and if it's litty then we active
 All my brothers put in work, if he ain't working Arsene Wenger
 Then we sack him (oh my God!)
 And I wonder if they sleeping on me when I hit them brothers
 With the madness (oh my God!)
 L-I-G, no hay que beef
 Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics
 Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
 Rolex, Patek y los APs
 Yo no vendo mi flow y pa' la foto digo cheese
 Gucci bag y la click-clack
 Y me llevo a tu bitch
 L-I-T, man you know she lit
 Shawty said she wanna take pics
 All she really talk about is bust down, bust down
 Baby take a look at my wrist (oh my God!)
 If I told you what I spent last quarter
 Horrible taxman, there's loads of things
 Woah she bad, Imma put her on snap
 Like come put a caption on this (oh my God!)
 L-I-T, you know she lit
 Jon Z, men (oh my God!)
 L-I-T, you know she lit
 Duran The Coach (oh my God!)
 L-I-T, you know she lit
 Loco, Humilde y Real (oh my God!)
 L-I-T, you know she lit
 LHR Gang, nigga, yeah
 Dímelo, Benji
 Loco, Humilde y Real coming soon
 Perdonen La Espera
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 L-I-T