No
I played the water like Navy Seals
Honda Accord drivin’, 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 flashin’
Every movie you see me like Samuel Jackson (see me)
Sold the club Pelle
Hit a lick, me and my mans was matchin’ (matchin’)
Can’t imagine, all the hours spent, tryin’ 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
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 sh#t 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 sh#t 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 sh#t on wasn’t personal
Ripping up them tickets in front of pigs while I’m cursin (f#ck 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
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 n#gg#s lost and these rap n#gg#s dying
While I’m out here wearing diamonds
And I’m startin’ 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
n#gg# that you love but you do it out of love
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 n#gg#s talking sideways get some ice in they eyes (see me n#gg#)
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 n#gg#s hating on (huh)
The real n#gg#s, 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 sh#t in line (yeah), keep that sh#t in mind (yeah)
Fit lit, going up, all that sh#t incline (its up)
I want it all and I get all that sh#t in time (I get all that)
My favorite lie is when she tell me that that sh#t is mine
Virgil
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Jim Jones Lyrics – Fit Lit (Betty White)