Kid Lit Music - Litty Lies Lyrics

I always tell the truth even when I lie
The shit that I spit got these niggas shy
Tryna get them wet cuz these pussy's dry
Spit a tube of the lube, and watch them apply
The shit that I spit got these niggas shook
A nigga stay booked, wanna take a look
Call me Captain Hook, But I'm not a crook
A nigga's just nice, so the crown I took
A nigga go hard cuz I'm Brooklyn made
I was torn from conform, Not Drinking coolade
And my tongue real sharp, I can throw some shade
They gone bleed when I read, then they fade away
Fade away like you Casper, they gone call you ghost
Lock you up like you on Power, yeah that nigga's toast
Toast my bread, gimme head, watch me do the most
In my bed, dropping lead, wanna take a dose?
Pardon my cologne
I think I'm in the zone
Don't try to move my throne
You think my cover's blown?
One two three to four
Open up the door
Open up the door
I wanna show you more
I said what I said Call me Nene Leakes
Smoking Kush, Jared Kushner, On that Wiki Leakes
I expose, like a hoe, wanna take a peek?
Spitting prose, like a pro, Litty like I'm Meek
Meek Mill got a bid, cuz the nigga's black
Yeah the judge was a fan, what you think of that?
Cant judge me, I'm an alleycat
I'm a dodge and escape, watch a nigga scat
Pink panther poppin pink like a pepto biz
Don't imitate and try to take like a clepto kid
Smoke the blunt got a good high, call it perfecto mid
Electro beat is off the charts, its going off the grid
Watch me twerk and watch me work like Wocka Flocka Flame
Hell yea, Oh lets do it, get back in the game
You a scrub, so return to from whence you came
I'm the crown, don't surround with a bunch of lames
Pardon my cologne
I think I'm in the zone
Don't try to move my throne
You think my cover's blown?
One two three to four
Open up the door
Open up the door
I wanna show you more
The Yo to Your Gotti
The Hot to Your Scottie
You want it, I got it
Lets kick it, Karate
Im feeling real naughty
Go find me a thottie
Unravel the body
You ride it like shottie
My diamonds retarded
They heavily guarded
I think that I farted
Not begging my pardon
You feeling the artist
Can wait till I'm charted
Im just getting started
You're dearly departed
Kicking off all my shoes like a Sunday
Maybe make a major move on a Monday
Time to climb like a vine on a Tuesday
Yeah I wish a nigga would on a Wednesday
(Yeah I wish a nigga would on a Wednesday)
Throwing out a new track on a Thursday
Flip a stack, blow a back on a Friday
Take a rest, get some zest on a Saturday
I just planned the whole week, yeah that's my way
(I just planned the whole week, yeah that's my way)
Walking down the sidewalk in my hood, like I'm the shit
I just popped another molly with a Xaney, and I'm lit
I ain't worried bout the haters, yo they all up on my dick
I won't even let them suck it cuz they suck at sucking dick
What you think, I'm at the Blink, working out in the pink
Watch me wink, shawty wanna Take a drink of the twink
Dick print when its cold, Dig you out like its gold
Same dick print when its cold, Please believe what you're told
Pardon my cologne
I think I'm in the zone
Don't try to move my throne
You think my cover's blown?
One two three to four
Open up the door
Open up the door
I wanna show you more