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(Get out my way lil) (Get out my way lil) She gon' put it on me, that's a lot a bit (A lot a bit) Four coupes, Four Seasons, drop the top a bit (Drop the top) Buss down both my wrists, time to talk a lotta shit I got both my girls, head to toe designer shit (Designer shit) Drip, lil bit, lil bit (Lil bit) Uh, let me feel myself a lil bit (Let me do it) Lil bit, lil bit (Lil bit) You ain't talking big shit, get out my way a lil bit (Get out my way a lil bit) I can't hear the hate, got a lot of it (A lot of it) Take these bands to the bank, let 'em rot in it So much ice on me, I wish I had two necks (Two necks) I got homies that can't sleep without two TECs (Blaow-blaow) I got homies that can't sleep without Klonopin Gucci and Chanel, I got a lot of it (A lot of it) Walk up in the spot like hey, what poppinin'? (What's poppinin'?) She gon' pop it for me 'cause I am rich and poppinin', yeah (Designer shit) Drip, lil bit, lil bit (Lil bit) Uh, let me feel myself a lil bit (Let me do it) Lil bit, lil bit (Lil bit) You ain't talking big shit, get out my way a lil bit (Get out my way a lil bit) Letras de canciones She gon' put it on me, that's a lot a bit (A lot a bit) Four coupes, Four Seasons, drop the top a bit (Drop the top) Buss down both my wrists, time to talk a lotta shit I got both my girls, head to toe designer shit (Designer shit) Drip, lil bit, lil bit (Lil bit) Uh, let me feel myself a lil bit (Let me do it) Lil bit, lil bit (Lil bit) You ain't talking big shit, get out my way a lil bit (Get out my way a lil bit) West LA, that where you find me though Cha Cha Matcha with a dime, rockin' black clothes Whip around that Batmobile, duckin' 5-0 If you step to me, then be prepared for smoke, lil bro Uh, let me feel myself a lil bit Uh, let me blow this down a lil bit Drip, lil bit, lil bit (Lil bit) Uh, let me feel myself a lil bit (Let me do it) Lil bit, lil bit (Lil bit) You ain't talking big shit, get out my way a lil bit (Get out my way a lil bit) From Letras Mania