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Lit Video (MV)




Performed By: Triple R3
Length: 4:44
Written by: charlz caldwell, Donte Compton, Wakeem Miles




Triple R3 - Lit Lyrics




Lit (We wat)
Lit (Get wat)
Lit (Yeah)
Lit (Tryin to tryin to get)
Lit (We lit ni****a)
Lit (What)
Lit (B****)
Lit
All my (Ni***) be
Lit
All my Bi*** get
Lit
On my gang gang
Sh**
Your bi*** ugly she
Sick
Yall be hating
Quit
Cooking up with the
Grits
Triple R in this
B***h
Making music
Hits

Trying to turn up trying to get lit
Im off that drink I'm off that sh**
I pull in the lot, I hop out the whip
I walk in the club
Im fina get lit
Pour a few shots, shots
Shot shot shot
Your girl give me top, top
Top top top
I hit my dance
I call it the shoop
Im hitting that Ugh ugh
Too
I go hard in the booth
Yall anit real yall
Some spoofs
You b**** she calling me boo
Given it to me not you
Deep in that pu***
Oh no
Deep in that wall
Make it loose
I got a Mercedes call it a Benz
F***ing two hose call it a twin
Hit it from the back making it Clap
Hit it two time double tap
TRIPLE R we don't lose (Take Dubs)
KC Knock You Out (Oh God)
WA2 real WITH THE shots (To ya head)
Yucca with the moves (Im Dead)

Lit (We wat)
Lit (Get wat)
Lit (Yeah)
Lit (Tryin to tryin to get)
Lit (We lit ni****a)
Lit (What)
Lit (B****)
Lit
All my (Ni***) be
Lit
All my Bi*** get
Lit
On my gang gang
Sh**
Your bi*** ugly she
Sick
Yall be hating
Quit
Cooking up with the
Grits
Triple R in this
B***h
Making music
Hits

Charging it up
And im running it up
And im on a new lot
And i just bought a truck

And i got a good girl
And she want me to cut
She calling me daddy
Im tapping her butt

Watching the stars
And im watching the signs
And im looking at watches
And dont know the tyme

And i know why i do it
I know why i shine
And i gotta keep stacking
And i dont even mind

I run the bloc
And pass by the cop
I bust out the seams
And i pop out the top
I pull out the Rolls
Then cut off the top
Not feeling so cold
So we gotta be hot

I Transformed the auto
Like it was a bot
I sleep in the bed
You sleeping in a cot

My team do the most
My team do a lot
We Building it slow
We hot like a pot

Dening decay
Denying da rot

Winter is coming
We reason for hot
We grinding we smashing
We never will stop

One and im done and
The whole team got gun
Carry two stick like
Im beating a drum
And williston raise me
Dat where im from

Feeling to clean
I could neva be Bum
And im Moisturizing
Her face With the cum

Lit (We wat)
Lit (Get wat)
Lit (Yeah)
Lit (Tryin to tryin to get)
Lit (We lit ni****a)
Lit (What)
Lit (B****)
Lit
All my (Ni***) be
Lit
All my Bi*** get
Lit
On my gang gang
Sh**
Your bi*** ugly she
Sick
Yall be hating
Quit
Cooking up with the
Grits
Triple R in this
B***h
Making music
Hits

Straight from the future
Killing call me looper
Take her home sooner
Like we took a Uber
They smoking that hash
Not talking browns
We're gonna clash
No titans around

Let off shots hitting the enemy
They won't have time for Remedy
Mask off so you remember me

They hate cuz we dancing
All the time

Won't give em chances
Taking lives

Litt never standing
Don't try

Ass whoopings im handing
Ready to cry

Take me for granted
You gonna die

Tell em hold on
Making it rain
Causing storm
Me and your girl
Creating a porn
Making her twirl
I'm putting you on
Running the world
With these songs
Get off the wall
Dance down the hall
You a baby start to crawl
Iced in the club walking mall
Littness unreal praise the lord
Ugh ugh against the law

Lit (We wat)
Lit (Get wat)
Lit (Yeah)
Lit (Tryin to tryin to get)
Lit (We lit ni****a)
Lit (What)
Lit (B****)
Lit
All my (Ni***) be
Lit
All my Bi*** get
Lit
On my gang gang
Sh**
Your bi*** ugly she
Sick
Yall be hating
Quit
Cooking up with the
Grits
Triple R in this
B***h
Making music
Hits
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Lit (We wat)
Lit (Get wat)
Lit (Yeah)
Lit (Tryin to tryin to get)
Lit (We lit ni****a)
Lit (What)
Lit (B****)
Lit
All my (Ni***) be
Lit
All my Bi*** get
Lit
On my gang gang
Sh**
Your bi*** ugly she
Sick
Yall be hating
Quit
Cooking up with the
Grits
Triple R in this
B***h
Making music
Hits

Trying to turn up trying to get lit
Im off that drink I'm off that sh**
I pull in the lot, I hop out the whip
I walk in the club
Im fina get lit
Pour a few shots, shots
Shot shot shot
Your girl give me top, top
Top top top
I hit my dance
I call it the shoop
Im hitting that Ugh ugh
Too
I go hard in the booth
Yall anit real yall
Some spoofs
You b**** she calling me boo
Given it to me not you
Deep in that pu***
Oh no
Deep in that wall
Make it loose
I got a Mercedes call it a Benz
F***ing two hose call it a twin
Hit it from the back making it Clap
Hit it two time double tap
TRIPLE R we don't lose (Take Dubs)
KC Knock You Out (Oh God)
WA2 real WITH THE shots (To ya head)
Yucca with the moves (Im Dead)

Lit (We wat)
Lit (Get wat)
Lit (Yeah)
Lit (Tryin to tryin to get)
Lit (We lit ni****a)
Lit (What)
Lit (B****)
Lit
All my (Ni***) be
Lit
All my Bi*** get
Lit
On my gang gang
Sh**
Your bi*** ugly she
Sick
Yall be hating
Quit
Cooking up with the
Grits
Triple R in this
B***h
Making music
Hits

Charging it up
And im running it up
And im on a new lot
And i just bought a truck

And i got a good girl
And she want me to cut
She calling me daddy
Im tapping her butt

Watching the stars
And im watching the signs
And im looking at watches
And dont know the tyme

And i know why i do it
I know why i shine
And i gotta keep stacking
And i dont even mind

I run the bloc
And pass by the cop
I bust out the seams
And i pop out the top
I pull out the Rolls
Then cut off the top
Not feeling so cold
So we gotta be hot

I Transformed the auto
Like it was a bot
I sleep in the bed
You sleeping in a cot

My team do the most
My team do a lot
We Building it slow
We hot like a pot

Dening decay
Denying da rot

Winter is coming
We reason for hot
We grinding we smashing
We never will stop

One and im done and
The whole team got gun
Carry two stick like
Im beating a drum
And williston raise me
Dat where im from

Feeling to clean
I could neva be Bum
And im Moisturizing
Her face With the cum

Lit (We wat)
Lit (Get wat)
Lit (Yeah)
Lit (Tryin to tryin to get)
Lit (We lit ni****a)
Lit (What)
Lit (B****)
Lit
All my (Ni***) be
Lit
All my Bi*** get
Lit
On my gang gang
Sh**
Your bi*** ugly she
Sick
Yall be hating
Quit
Cooking up with the
Grits
Triple R in this
B***h
Making music
Hits

Straight from the future
Killing call me looper
Take her home sooner
Like we took a Uber
They smoking that hash
Not talking browns
We're gonna clash
No titans around

Let off shots hitting the enemy
They won't have time for Remedy
Mask off so you remember me

They hate cuz we dancing
All the time

Won't give em chances
Taking lives

Litt never standing
Don't try

Ass whoopings im handing
Ready to cry

Take me for granted
You gonna die

Tell em hold on
Making it rain
Causing storm
Me and your girl
Creating a porn
Making her twirl
I'm putting you on
Running the world
With these songs
Get off the wall
Dance down the hall
You a baby start to crawl
Iced in the club walking mall
Littness unreal praise the lord
Ugh ugh against the law

Lit (We wat)
Lit (Get wat)
Lit (Yeah)
Lit (Tryin to tryin to get)
Lit (We lit ni****a)
Lit (What)
Lit (B****)
Lit
All my (Ni***) be
Lit
All my Bi*** get
Lit
On my gang gang
Sh**
Your bi*** ugly she
Sick
Yall be hating
Quit
Cooking up with the
Grits
Triple R in this
B***h
Making music
Hits
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: charlz caldwell, Donte Compton, Wakeem Miles
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