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Jim Jones

Fit Lit (Betty White)

 

Fit Lit (Betty White)

(الألبوم: Gangsta Grillz: We Set The Trends - 2022)


[Dave East:]
No
I played the water like Navy Seals
Honda Accord driving, trying to see how this Mercedes feel
M&M's with no Shady deal (No)
Moncler's with millions, couple grand made in the same building (same building)
6th floor, auntie Barbra made greens every Thanksgiving (uh)
Nadia interior, cranberry sauce (cranberry)
Sports, drugs and entertainment, just like Cam used to talk
Cameras flashing
Every movie you see me like Samuel Jackson (see me)
Sold the club Pelle
Hit a lick, me and my mans was matching (matchin')
Can't imagine, all the hours spent, trying do right
We seen that wrong (wrong)
We paid for white, got brown sugar
But ain't see Nia Long (I ain't see her)
Gallery Department, Camouflage, it look like Vietnam (uh huh)
Me and Vibe, smoking out a Porsche
It look like Cheech and Chong

[Jim Jones:]
Capo
R.I.P the same day we lost Betty White
I bought Chrissy the Porsche
And of course, we named it Betty White (facts)
Back to Chanel, eating Prime 112 every night
And if we really got to get there, well shit we catch a jet tonight
I'm from where bank stop issues first, if you lose than you bet it twice (shoot it back)
Up a couple mil but I'm still ducking fetty like (watch the phone)
Feeling like they trying to catch me up like Fetty Wap
It's not smelly but you know this thing of ours ain't gon never stop (murder whats up)
Up in Harlem they was slinging powder up on every block (12)
They was whipping that ready rock boy, you'd think that shit was Betty Crock (we outside)
They tryna slander my name, even make up that fake paperwork
I felt grandma's pain, I sold cane when she went straight to work (whip it)
With everything I been through I still don't harbor feelings
In Miami, when you spin through you might catch me in Bal Harbour chillin
Having that shit on wasn't personal
Ripping up them tickets in front of pigs while I'm cursin (fuck the cops)
Bonnie & Clyde, Chrissy will put that cig in her Birkin
If you do collide than somebody gon die when that cig get to jerkin
You workin

[Maino:]
This is part of the workout, come on
Aye, Yeah, Yea
I grew up just a block away from hell
Couple keys away from jail
The ghetto had us trapped
Find a way I needed bail
Lord forgive us but we tryin
These young niggas lost and these rap niggas dying
While I'm out here wearing diamonds
And I'm starting to feel guilty
It's pressure in my city
I bought Rollie's, I got drunk, push Bentleys through my city
Success in my circle, 20 Benz's in my circle
Over here, boy it's just a family matter it's never Urkel
There's pain in my bars, in my days I been scarred
Had my dreams in that pot with that soda whip it hard
Never stays the way it was and it hurts when you gotta kill a
Nigga that you love but you do it out of love

[Fabolous:]
If we gonna do it out of love, we gotta slow it down a little bit
Catch a vibe with it, we gotta love slow out here (shit crazy)
Can't be loving too fast (yeah) , I know what I like tho
I like a nice little vibe (yeah), white nikes in my size (yeah)
I like cars that talk back, I'm Michael Knight with the rides
I like ice in the front (ooh), I like ice on the sides (ooh)
So niggas talking sideways get some ice in they eyes (see me nigga)
I like pizza recipe, not a slice on the pies (for real)
The hatin came with the chicken, like a sprite and some fries (for real)
Crib got like four wings, no rice on the side (no carbs)
I feel like they money too low now my price is too high
But enough of what I like, what you niggas hating on (huh)
The real niggas, that ain't tryin to put a fake one on (huh)
The go getters, who went and got what you was waiting on (huh)
The real sliders, who been around that been skating long (whew)
Keeping shit in line (yeah), keep that shit in mind (yeah)
Fit lit, going up, all that shit incline (its up)
I want it all and I get all that shit in time (I get all that)
My favorite lie is when she tell me that that shit is mine
Virgil

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