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Steve Aoki & Yellow Claw - Lit feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steve Aoki
Steve Aoki
Performer
Yellow Claw
Yellow Claw
Performer
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
T-Pain
T-Pain
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Aoki
Steve Aoki
Composer
Jim Taihuttu
Jim Taihuttu
Composer
Nils Rondhuis
Nils Rondhuis
Composer
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer
Faheem Najm
Faheem Najm
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Aoki
Steve Aoki
Producer
Yellow Claw
Yellow Claw
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, boy, you gettin' that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci) All of y'all tryna do our shit, you just soundin' like karaoke (Huh?) Long as y'all gettin' lit (Yeah) Yellow Claw gettin' lit (Ha) Long as y'all gettin' lit, let's go It's Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it's lit, hella lit Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch I say I ain't got no type, but I prefer 'em super thick I was born for this shit, you too borin' for the bitch In the foreign, motor roarin', sittin' on Forgis with a kit Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique I'm so spoiled, she don't get naked, it's hard for me to tip I'm so hard, got 'em runnin' and I just put in the tip They don't see me Oh no, they don't see me Your girl's drawers comin' down But the hands go up to the ceilin' I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it I'm throwin' money in the VIP I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me They tell me, baby you were born makin' big noise Hanging in the street, yeah I be hangin' in the street, oh Lord I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mill Who wanna chill with a rich nigga? Can't wait to pay your bills Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear See it clear, crystal clear Just like these diamonds in my ear I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mill Who wanna chill with a rich nigga? Can't wait to pay your bills I'ma put that top to trush it in your ear, listen here I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear Gucci They don't see me Oh no, they don't see me Your girl's drawers comin' down But the hands go up to the ceilin' I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it I'm throwin' money in the VIP I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me They tell me, baby you were born makin' big noise Hanging in the street, yeah I be hangin' in the street, oh Lord I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit
Writer(s): Brian May, Radric Delantic Davis, Steven Hiroyuki Aoki, Nils Rondhuis, Faheem Najm, Jim Taihuttu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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