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Lit Like Bic

Rae Sremmurd

[Intro - Slim Jimmy:]
 Drinkin' on somethin'
 Man I gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
 Just chillin' with me [?] doin' somethin', little green
 Gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
 I'm smokin' on somethin', try to go pop on somethin'



I ain't trippin', I don't give a f*ck if it's your girl
 Man she drinkin' on somethin', smokin' on somethin'
 Have you smokin' on somethin'

[Hook - Swae Lee:]
 Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
 SremmLife sh*t, bendin' by 6
 2 by 2, 4 by 4
 SremmLife sh*t, don't answer that door

[Verse 1 - Swae Lee:]
 Neighbors keep knockin', b*tches keep watchin'
 Hoes keep jockin', but the money keep flockin'
 They wishin' we was floppin', I can see it on their faces
 I can point at different b*tches and I bet they all from different places
 Look at all this money, lit, lit, lit
 SremmLife sh*t, poppin' chapstick
 Pop a bad b*tch, I'm so grown
 Brand new car, I'm so on
 Yeah n*gga what, all my n*ggas rich
 All my b*tches rich too so you need a key to come visit
 News life sh*t, test this cup
 Test this cup, do it for us
 Four eyed, damn, I'm twisted bad, I can feel it
 Aquafina water, go ahead and peel it
 Go ahead and peel it, do it if you dare
 I just wanna lay it down and run my fingers right through her hair
 Remove her underwear, lick, lick, lick
 Lit sex yes, she show chest
 Breathe in deep, geeked all week
 Sunday night, Sunday fight
 Argue, don't wanna argue
 How could you think that I would ever leave you?
 I see right through you
 Get money with the same crew
 I f*ck the same hoes like you
 Switch 'em out once a week, I'm cool
 That's mid, I'm cool
 Midnight crew, paint the Maserati midnight blue
 Money pool, I'm 'bout to swim right through
 Who are you?

[Verse 2 - Slim Jimmy:]
 Who said they got that stanky loud? I wanna smell it
 You say you run your f*ckin' town, I let you tell it
 Who really run the underground? I wanna meet you
 I'm really tryna bite the style, you know we see you
 Before I let my whole hood down I'll bring my team up
 You say you run your f*ckin' town, we need to link up
 I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up
 I came from that dirty town, look how I clean up
 Lit, lit, like Jeeper's Creepers, wild boy in a wife beater
 Hoppin' out of that two seater, doot doot, that's a new Beamer
 Bad b*tches come see Jimmy, just might leave a tip with you
 Lit, lit, might spend a ticket, see if these red bottoms fit you
 I'm doin' numbers, Sremm goin' bonkers
 Blasts bustin', better run for cover
 [?] up, I might run for governor
 I need bottles here on the double
 I need b*tches here on the double
 I need condoms here on the double
 Face Sremm and that's double trouble

[Hook - Swae Lee]					
					
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