Letra L.I.T remix Jon Z

L.I.T remix

Jon Z, men
Rxckson
L.I.G., no hay que beef (Yi, yi)
L.I.G., no hay que beef
Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics (Sup)
Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
Ven si te quiere' sumar

L.I.T, you know she lit (Uh-huh)
Shawty said?she?wanna?take pics (Wow!)
All?she really talk?about is bust down, bust down
Baby take a look at my— (Oh my god!)
If I told you what I spent last quarter
Horrible taxman, there's loads of things (Uh-huh; yi)
Woah she bad, Imma put her on snap (Woah)
Like come put a caption on this (Oh my god!; rra)
L.I.G., no hay que beef (Yi, yi)
Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics (Sup)
Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
Rolex, Patek y los APs (Kah)
Yo no vendo mi flow y pa' la foto digo "cheese"
Gucci bag y la click-clack (Jon Z, men)
Y me llevo a tu bitch (Ah)

Ante' (Yi) 'taba pela'o, pasé hambre (Yi)
Ahora soy grande (Wuh), mi movimiento se expande (Yi)
Cuida'o con quien ande' (Ja), tengo un full, no te espante' (Prr)
Mi puta quizá te encante (Ja), calle pero elegante (Ja)
No me gusta frontear (Jeje), eso no e' cool (No)
Tú me ve' medio funny (What?), pero tengo una full (Trr)
La vi en azul (Wuh), chopá en el baúl (Yi)
No (No), préndelo, ma nigga (Prende)
Préndele (Ah, ¡puh!), sigue bailando, ma', ándele
Buen gistro Burberry (Wuh)
Métele, métele (Yi), báilame en el tubo (Supa)
Enciéndeme, enciéndeme (Yi, yi, yi), yeah
Préndete un phillie, ma', préndele, préndele (Trra)

L.I.T, you know she lit (Uh-huh)
Shawty said she wanna take pics (Wow!)
All she really talk about is bust down, bust down
Baby take a look at my— (Oh my god!)
If I told you what I spent last quarter
Horrible taxman, there's loads of things (Uh-huh)
Woah she bad, Imma put her on snap (Woah)
Like come put a caption on this (Oh my god!)
L.I.G., no hay que beef (Yi, yi)
Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics (Sup)
Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
Rolex, Patek y los APs (Kah)
Yo no vendo mi flow y pa' la foto digo "cheese"
Gucci bag y la click-clack (Pah)
Y me llevo a tu bitch (Ah)

Bad B no filter, (Uh-huh)
Just got the racks in my Monzo
But it ain't enough, man I need me a million (Oh my god!)
That's gyallie to the left and right
But they want me in the middle like I'm David Silva (Wow!)
I'm thinking, is it really me on this rap ting?
I heard them saying that my face familiar (Oh my god!)
Still I'm out here tryna buss (Woah!)
I swear down she told you she got a boyfriend (Oh my god!)
Could never be us
Remember when I said that I hit the post?
Now I'm on away goals man that's two for one (Uh-huh)
Man they must be dumb (Wow!)
If they're ever gonna talk about luck
Man it's been a while since I gave in a CV (Oh my god!)
Still I ain't surprised how we been on job, madness! (Wow)
She talking feelings couldn't catch it, another one (Uh-huh)
They lackin', and if it's litty then we active (Oh my god!)
All my brothers put in work, if he ain't working Arsene Wenger then we sack him (Oh my god!)
And I wonder if they sleeping on me when I hit them brothers with the madness (Woo, oh my god!)

L.I.G., no hay que beef (Wuh)
Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics (Wuh)
Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
Rolex, Patek y los APs
Yo no vendo mi flow y pa' la foto digo "cheese" (Yi)
Gucci bag y la click-clack (Pah)
Y me llevo a tu bitch (Rra)
L.I.T, you know she lit (Wow)
Shawty said she wanna take pics (Uh-uh)
All she really talk about is bust down, bust down
Baby take a look at my wrist (Oh my god!)
If I told you what I spent last quarter
Horrible taxman, there's loads of things (Uh-huh)
Woah she bad, Imma put her on snap (Woah)
Like come put a caption on this (Oh my god!)

L.I.T, you know she lit
Jon Z, men (Oh my God!)
L.I.T, you know she lit
Duran The Coach (Oh my God!)
L.I.T, you know she lit
Loco, Humilde y Real (Oh my God!)
L.I.T, you know she lit
LHR Gang, nigga, yeah
Dímelo, Benji
Loco, Humilde y Real coming soon
Perdonen La Espera
L.I.T