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maj - lit lyrics

[intro]
n-ggas really be hating, man
like sh-t, can i be myself and be hype, f-ck
who made this beat? yo, mall did it

[chorus]
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ lit
stackin’ up my chips
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ lit
got yo’ main b-tch from the six
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ lit
stackin’ up my chips
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ lit
got yo’ main b-tch from the six
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ lit
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ lit

[verse]
i don’t give a f-ck
all these n-ggas actin’ tough
if she spend a day with me, guaranteed she’ll wanna f-ck
i got money in the bank
shawty, what the f-ck you think?
mixed that lean, with the drank
gettin’ higher than the rank
money on my mind, b-tch, money is the motive
she wanna play games, but, i am the controller
weed so loud that she’s thinkin’ it’s an odor
you say you do drugs, but you’re really f-ckin’ sober
she just sucked my d-ck, now she’s giving you a kiss
i need a bad b-tch who’s -ss fatter than a blimp
she wanna [?] but i’m not a f-ckin’ simp

- maj

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