Gucci Mane - Lit lyrics

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Gucci Mane - Lit lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)] Yeah, boy, you gettin' that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci) All of y'all tryna do our sh**, you just soundin' like karaoke (Huh?) Long as y'all gettin' lit (Yeah) Yellow Claw gettin' lit (Ha) Long as y'all gettin' lit, let's go [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It's Gucci Mane in this b**h, and yeah, it's lit, hella lit Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow b**h I say I ain't got no type, but I prefer 'em super thick I was born for this sh**, you too borin' for the b**h In the foreign, motor roarin', sittin' on Forgis with a kit Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique I'm so spoiled, she don't get naked, it's hard for me to tip I'm so hard, got 'em runnin' and I just put in the tip [Chorus: T-Pain] They don't see me Oh no, they don't see me Your girl's drawers comin' down But the hands go up to the ceilin' I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it I'm throwin' money in the VIP I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me They tell me, baby you were born makin' big noise Hanging in the street, yeah I be hangin' in the street, oh lord I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the sh** If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil Who wanna chill with a rich n***a? Can't wait to pay your bills Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear See it clear, crystal clear Just like these diamonds in my ear I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil Who wanna chill with a rich n***a? Can't wait to pay your bills I'ma put that top [?] sh** in your ear, listen here I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear Gucci [Chorus: T-Pain] They don't see me Oh no, they don't see me Your girl's drawers comin' down But the hands go up to the ceilin' I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it I'm throwin' money in the VIP I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me They tell me, baby you were born makin' big noise Hanging in the street, yeah I be hangin' in the street, oh lord I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the sh** If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit

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