Jon Z, men
(Rxckson)
L-I-G, no hay que beef
L-I-G, no hay que beef
Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics
Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
Ven si te quiere' sumar
L-I-T, you know she lit
Shawty said she wanna take pics
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
Woah she bad, Imma put her on snap
Like come put a caption on this (oh my God!)
L-I-G., no hay que beef
Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics
Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
Rolex, Patek y los APs
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
Ante' 'taba pela'o, pasé hambre
Ahora soy grande, mi movimiento se expande
Cuida'o con quien ande', tengo un full, no te espante'
Mi puta quizá te encante, calle pero elegante
No me gusta frontear, eso no e' cool (No)
Tú me ve' medio funny (what?), pero tengo una full
La vi en azul, chopá en el baúl
No, préndelo, ma nigga
Préndele, sigue bailando, ma', ándele
Buen gistro Burberry
Métele, métele, báilame en el tubo
Enciéndeme, enciéndeme, yeah
Préndete un phillie, ma', préndele, préndele
L-I-T, you know she lit
Shawty said she wanna take pics
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
Woah she bad, Imma put her on snap
Like come put a caption on this (oh my God!)
L-I-G, no hay que beef
Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics
Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
Rolex, Patek y los APs
Yo no vendo mi flow y pa' la foto digo cheese
Gucci bag y la click-clack
Y me llevo a tu bitch
Bad B no filter
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
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
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
Man they must be dumb
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!
She talking feelings couldn't catch it, another one
They lackin', and if it's litty then we active
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 (oh my God!)
L-I-G, no hay que beef
Paparazzis me quieren tirar pics
Todo' mis reloje' son bust down, bust down
Rolex, Patek y los APs
Yo no vendo mi flow y pa' la foto digo cheese
Gucci bag y la click-clack
Y me llevo a tu bitch
L-I-T, you know she lit
Shawty said she wanna take pics
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
Woah she bad, Imma put her on snap
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
