Ha hah I see ya sneak dis and talking
But the room get hushed when I'm walking
Now they stuttering cause the dog barking
Extra syllables, Christopher Walken
And I don't need your Oscars, you can keep them bro ay
I'd rather sit on Ostrich in the Reagle, bro ay
Said you black and mild, what you freaking for ay
Bitch, I've been black and mild, check the Beamer hoe
Ay, ay, I live one down, homie, then it's five up
You heard, look around, nigga, now them tires up
Can tell it's twelve o'clock, nigga, by the tire
This wildin' in the parking lot
Ay, like they fire us
I'm after long money, get it, rip it, coast to coast
And this that I don't start it unless we bet it, Rari notes
Ain't talking cash, dollars, nigga, then I gotta go
Treat these haters like my problems, leave them all in smoke
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
Been working hard like all night cause I'm tired of always being slept on
This BlackLights, spitting pure white, bitch, crack up on this microphone
I'm f*ckin' dope and that's straight raw
Tried to bite it, caught lockjaw, cut twice, still came back hard
Like, what the f*ck you think I rock for
Ay, WISUCHEE, We about to get paid
Ay, the beast done I got out of this cage
Ay, do my thang up on the stage
Wait, rip the beat up with my fangs
Got no love for the green, no, gotta get it for the team
So, keep it low-key on the scene
For the loki's, I keep hammers jeans, gimme
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
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Black Light - Fit In Lyrics
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Ha hah I see ya sneak dis and talking
But the room get hushed when I'm walking
Now they stuttering cause the dog barking
Extra syllables, Christopher Walken
And I don't need your Oscars, you can keep them bro ay
I'd rather sit on Ostrich in the Reagle, bro ay
Said you black and mild, what you freaking for ay
Bitch, I've been black and mild, check the Beamer hoe
Ay, ay, I live one down, homie, then it's five up
You heard, look around, nigga, now them tires up
Can tell it's twelve o'clock, nigga, by the tire
This wildin' in the parking lot
Ay, like they fire us
I'm after long money, get it, rip it, coast to coast
And this that I don't start it unless we bet it, Rari notes
Ain't talking cash, dollars, nigga, then I gotta go
Treat these haters like my problems, leave them all in smoke
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
Been working hard like all night cause I'm tired of always being slept on
This BlackLights, spitting pure white, bitch, crack up on this microphone
I'm f*ckin' dope and that's straight raw
Tried to bite it, caught lockjaw, cut twice, still came back hard
Like, what the f*ck you think I rock for
Ay, WISUCHEE, We about to get paid
Ay, the beast done I got out of this cage
Ay, do my thang up on the stage
Wait, rip the beat up with my fangs
Got no love for the green, no, gotta get it for the team
So, keep it low-key on the scene
For the loki's, I keep hammers jeans, gimme
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
But the room get hushed when I'm walking
Now they stuttering cause the dog barking
Extra syllables, Christopher Walken
And I don't need your Oscars, you can keep them bro ay
I'd rather sit on Ostrich in the Reagle, bro ay
Said you black and mild, what you freaking for ay
Bitch, I've been black and mild, check the Beamer hoe
Ay, ay, I live one down, homie, then it's five up
You heard, look around, nigga, now them tires up
Can tell it's twelve o'clock, nigga, by the tire
This wildin' in the parking lot
Ay, like they fire us
I'm after long money, get it, rip it, coast to coast
And this that I don't start it unless we bet it, Rari notes
Ain't talking cash, dollars, nigga, then I gotta go
Treat these haters like my problems, leave them all in smoke
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
Been working hard like all night cause I'm tired of always being slept on
This BlackLights, spitting pure white, bitch, crack up on this microphone
I'm f*ckin' dope and that's straight raw
Tried to bite it, caught lockjaw, cut twice, still came back hard
Like, what the f*ck you think I rock for
Ay, WISUCHEE, We about to get paid
Ay, the beast done I got out of this cage
Ay, do my thang up on the stage
Wait, rip the beat up with my fangs
Got no love for the green, no, gotta get it for the team
So, keep it low-key on the scene
For the loki's, I keep hammers jeans, gimme
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
Always keep it ill, less than vision
Chasing my pay, yeah, yeah
Making this cake, yeah, ay, ay
Tell them haters get in where you fitting
Get out my way, yeah, yeah
Give me some space, ay, ay, ay
Writer: Reginald DeVore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid