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We Lit Video (MV)




Performed By: Trus
Length: 4:18
Written by: Bakang Phepheng
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Trus - We Lit Lyrics




Ugh! ugh!
Yeah!

My homie we lit
(Whoo!) (shoo!)
My homie we lit
(Mhoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!)
Wavy
We gets it lit
(Yeah!) (yeah!)
Wavy, we wavy
We gets it lit
Weah wavy
(Ugh!)
Wy homie we lit

Catch me with the squaaad!!, my homie we lit yeah
We be up all night sipping, we be sipping on liquor yeah
Blowing swishes with a couple of bitches we be doing some things yeah
With my niggas will be in the kitchen we be whipping on beats yeah
This game that I play is a gamble for life
So I double numbers cos I'm rolling the dice
Never sleeping putting work every night
Bags under my eyes finning for the upper life
I'll be chilling with a dyke
She bringing bitches every time
Corts chilling in the ice
Smoke closing down my eyes
Blacking out outta sight
Now that I pay myself double the fees
We hit the club it's a hunnid degrees
We gets it lit with the palm trees
Double it up with the sacci and the kor beats, got the party, on banji
Cos the mother f*cker jumping, like a trampoline
I heard you don't f*ck with the 90's
I don't give a f*ck what you think
I'll be out here going nuisance
We bout the peace like a deuces
We juicing
We lit

My homie we lit
(Whoo!) (shoo!)
My homie we lit
(Whoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!)
Mavy
Me gets it lit
Yeah! yeah!
Wavy, we wavy
We gets it lit
Weah wavy
(Ugh)
My homie we lit

Squa! Squa! Squa! Squad
With my niggas I'm warning haters I think is best that you back up
With my niggas we hella pimping we get the cash and we blow up
Money ill I'm sick with it I hit the clinic I cheque up
That means I get the medicine I recover I double up
I double it up, and I'm stacking it up and I'm turning it up and we sipping 2 cups
Bubbling up and we lighting the blunt and we don't give a f*ck what you thinking of us
Cos we coming from a far
I be waiting they be hating
How could you possibly think you can match my wait I'm coming with heavy bars
Leathertating
Escalating
I'm elevating to the top
They never thought that I would take it this far
We sharp we getting our cut
Ever since I got the change
Niggas telling me I changed
I hit up double sacci tell him that I wanna double my sacci
I'm saucing up
I'm saucing up
Check me up
I'm juicing up
All you niggas always hating now
You niggas are haters now

My homie we lit
(Whoo!) (shoo!)
My homie we lit
(Whoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!)
Wavy
We gets it lit
Yeah! yeah!
Wavy, we wavy
We gets it lit
Yeah wavy
(Ugh!)
My homie we lit
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Ugh! ugh!
Yeah!

My homie we lit
(Whoo!) (shoo!)
My homie we lit
(Mhoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!)
Wavy
We gets it lit
(Yeah!) (yeah!)
Wavy, we wavy
We gets it lit
Weah wavy
(Ugh!)
Wy homie we lit

Catch me with the squaaad!!, my homie we lit yeah
We be up all night sipping, we be sipping on liquor yeah
Blowing swishes with a couple of bitches we be doing some things yeah
With my niggas will be in the kitchen we be whipping on beats yeah
This game that I play is a gamble for life
So I double numbers cos I'm rolling the dice
Never sleeping putting work every night
Bags under my eyes finning for the upper life
I'll be chilling with a dyke
She bringing bitches every time
Corts chilling in the ice
Smoke closing down my eyes
Blacking out outta sight
Now that I pay myself double the fees
We hit the club it's a hunnid degrees
We gets it lit with the palm trees
Double it up with the sacci and the kor beats, got the party, on banji
Cos the mother f*cker jumping, like a trampoline
I heard you don't f*ck with the 90's
I don't give a f*ck what you think
I'll be out here going nuisance
We bout the peace like a deuces
We juicing
We lit

My homie we lit
(Whoo!) (shoo!)
My homie we lit
(Whoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!)
Mavy
Me gets it lit
Yeah! yeah!
Wavy, we wavy
We gets it lit
Weah wavy
(Ugh)
My homie we lit

Squa! Squa! Squa! Squad
With my niggas I'm warning haters I think is best that you back up
With my niggas we hella pimping we get the cash and we blow up
Money ill I'm sick with it I hit the clinic I cheque up
That means I get the medicine I recover I double up
I double it up, and I'm stacking it up and I'm turning it up and we sipping 2 cups
Bubbling up and we lighting the blunt and we don't give a f*ck what you thinking of us
Cos we coming from a far
I be waiting they be hating
How could you possibly think you can match my wait I'm coming with heavy bars
Leathertating
Escalating
I'm elevating to the top
They never thought that I would take it this far
We sharp we getting our cut
Ever since I got the change
Niggas telling me I changed
I hit up double sacci tell him that I wanna double my sacci
I'm saucing up
I'm saucing up
Check me up
I'm juicing up
All you niggas always hating now
You niggas are haters now

My homie we lit
(Whoo!) (shoo!)
My homie we lit
(Whoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!) (whoo!)
Wavy
We gets it lit
Yeah! yeah!
Wavy, we wavy
We gets it lit
Yeah wavy
(Ugh!)
My homie we lit
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Writer: Bakang Phepheng
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