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K Camp - Lil Bit Lyrics



K Camp - Lil Bit Lyrics




[Chorus:]
Aye get f*cked up
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up
We ain't doing much tryna have a good time
Got four bad bitches man the pleasures all mine
Girls kissing girls best believe they all fine
Gir-girls kissing girls best believe they all fine
Lego, lego, lego, lego
What you doing?
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up

[Verse 1 - K Camp:]
Four bad bitches, man the pleasure all mine
We ain't doing nothing, tryna to have a good time
Roll around the city, Porsche seats on recline
Four bad bitches f*cking at the same time
Bitch named Keisha got an ass like a bubble
Feed her M&M's, watch her turn into some trouble
Two hands on the ball, shorty just doubled
Once I get mine I ain't trying to cuddle
All in the party hippy trippy off the henny
Jar full of weed, baby girl I got plenty
Break fast for the chick like I work at Denny's
Shawty where the shots I need many, many, many
Molly in the system, drinking out the bottle
Shorty going in, going hard full throttle
Instagram likes got her feeling like a model
If you looking for the drugs, don't worry I got em

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Two bad bitches and they f*cking with a nigga
Feeling on her booty
Dick harder than a missile
Ass in a circle let me feel it just a little
Don't be pulling on my belt cause that shit holding up the pistol
She like to drink that tequila
Hennessy for all my nigga's
You can't take none of my bitches
You f*ck around you gon meet my killers
Oooh, iced out rollie bright when the light hit
No Janet Jackson don't f*ck with no penny's
Blood in yo T-shirt, them bloods rolling with me
If you bust at me first I shoot up the city
Hunnits on top of hunnits on them titties
Nigga you ain't never seen no money like this
Codeine I pour it up
Popping them pills got me throwing up

[Chorus]
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[Chorus:]
Aye get f*cked up
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up
We ain't doing much tryna have a good time
Got four bad bitches man the pleasures all mine
Girls kissing girls best believe they all fine
Gir-girls kissing girls best believe they all fine
Lego, lego, lego, lego
What you doing?
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up

[Verse 1 - K Camp:]
Four bad bitches, man the pleasure all mine
We ain't doing nothing, tryna to have a good time
Roll around the city, Porsche seats on recline
Four bad bitches f*cking at the same time
Bitch named Keisha got an ass like a bubble
Feed her M&M's, watch her turn into some trouble
Two hands on the ball, shorty just doubled
Once I get mine I ain't trying to cuddle
All in the party hippy trippy off the henny
Jar full of weed, baby girl I got plenty
Break fast for the chick like I work at Denny's
Shawty where the shots I need many, many, many
Molly in the system, drinking out the bottle
Shorty going in, going hard full throttle
Instagram likes got her feeling like a model
If you looking for the drugs, don't worry I got em

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Two bad bitches and they f*cking with a nigga
Feeling on her booty
Dick harder than a missile
Ass in a circle let me feel it just a little
Don't be pulling on my belt cause that shit holding up the pistol
She like to drink that tequila
Hennessy for all my nigga's
You can't take none of my bitches
You f*ck around you gon meet my killers
Oooh, iced out rollie bright when the light hit
No Janet Jackson don't f*ck with no penny's
Blood in yo T-shirt, them bloods rolling with me
If you bust at me first I shoot up the city
Hunnits on top of hunnits on them titties
Nigga you ain't never seen no money like this
Codeine I pour it up
Popping them pills got me throwing up

[Chorus]
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Writer: AMBROSE PIERCE, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, LELAND CLOPTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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