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Dave East - It's Lit Lyrics



Dave East - It's Lit Lyrics
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[ Featuring Styles P ]

Ay yo
(Blacksaun)

You hear that?
Run
Ay yo

Gucci seats in the 6 series (ah)
Louis seats in the 7 series (mh)
Picked up East on the East hit Madison
The shop keep the ratty 'cause I'm still leary
Hail Mary, I f*cked over good people like Madoff (Madoff)
Smack 'em with the pistol, if I shoot, I'm goin' away dawg
Bricks at the Sheraton, pounds at the Aloft
It's f*cked up but Donald Trump is the new Adolph
Work at the Days Inn, never took a day off (never)
Little homie a buck fifty, he gon' let the K off
We be spending dope money, stuntin' at the play-offs (ah)
You be begging for budgets, we be waiting for pay-offs
A head shot'll turn a nigga brains into steak sauce
These diamonds off-set, reach for 'em and I'ma take off (take off)
You ain't got the heart to be shining, we take your chain off (take that off)
Mob shit, after you die, we scratch your name off

Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
(Ay yo) yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
(Ay yo) yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit

With the gangsters, you know that I honor 'em all
Armani tux, looking fresh in Carnegie Hall
Up in Neimans and Barneys, we ball
Got a nice crib, but still keep a couple shooters up in the halls
Twelve grams, bagged up, had to tuck by the balls
And like we in the prison yard, don't give a f*ck how we ball
Better bring that money now, don't five a f*ck who you call
If they don't answer this hammer, get you in touch with the law
Little homie got life, he ain't touching a ball
Get your buttons pushed like the engineer touching the board
Everybody got hammers, who's bussin' them off (everybody)
Got the Kith cloth seats, and the truck it's a Porsche
That link got you searching for yourself, dusted and lost
You niggas'll never catch up, figured I mustard the Porsche
Cut the powder, whip Anita, shit'll f*ck up your thoughts
He got treated just like a worker 'cause he wasn't a boss

Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
(Ay yo) yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
(Ay yo) yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit

East side, West side, North side, South side (all sides)
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
'Bout yours, 'bout mine, 'bout money, 'bout time
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Uptown, downtown, your town, my town (my town)
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Cop shit, rob shit, live fast, die quick (die quick)
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit

Ay yo
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Ay yo
(Blacksaun)

You hear that?
Run
Ay yo

Gucci seats in the 6 series (ah)
Louis seats in the 7 series (mh)
Picked up East on the East hit Madison
The shop keep the ratty 'cause I'm still leary
Hail Mary, I f*cked over good people like Madoff (Madoff)
Smack 'em with the pistol, if I shoot, I'm goin' away dawg
Bricks at the Sheraton, pounds at the Aloft
It's f*cked up but Donald Trump is the new Adolph
Work at the Days Inn, never took a day off (never)
Little homie a buck fifty, he gon' let the K off
We be spending dope money, stuntin' at the play-offs (ah)
You be begging for budgets, we be waiting for pay-offs
A head shot'll turn a nigga brains into steak sauce
These diamonds off-set, reach for 'em and I'ma take off (take off)
You ain't got the heart to be shining, we take your chain off (take that off)
Mob shit, after you die, we scratch your name off

Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
(Ay yo) yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
(Ay yo) yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit

With the gangsters, you know that I honor 'em all
Armani tux, looking fresh in Carnegie Hall
Up in Neimans and Barneys, we ball
Got a nice crib, but still keep a couple shooters up in the halls
Twelve grams, bagged up, had to tuck by the balls
And like we in the prison yard, don't give a f*ck how we ball
Better bring that money now, don't five a f*ck who you call
If they don't answer this hammer, get you in touch with the law
Little homie got life, he ain't touching a ball
Get your buttons pushed like the engineer touching the board
Everybody got hammers, who's bussin' them off (everybody)
Got the Kith cloth seats, and the truck it's a Porsche
That link got you searching for yourself, dusted and lost
You niggas'll never catch up, figured I mustard the Porsche
Cut the powder, whip Anita, shit'll f*ck up your thoughts
He got treated just like a worker 'cause he wasn't a boss

Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
(Ay yo) yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
(Ay yo) yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit

East side, West side, North side, South side (all sides)
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
'Bout yours, 'bout mine, 'bout money, 'bout time
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Uptown, downtown, your town, my town (my town)
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Cop shit, rob shit, live fast, die quick (die quick)
Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit

Ay yo
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Writer: David Brewster, David Styles, Rasun Hinson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave

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Performed By: Dave East
Featuring: Styles P
Length: 3:12
Written by: David Brewster, David Styles, Rasun Hinson

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