Listen to Lithuania (feat. Travis Scott) by Big Sean

Lithuania (feat. Travis Scott)

Big Sean

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Performer
Tom Kahre
Tom Kahre
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Rafeal X. Brown
Rafeal X. Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Audio Anthem
Audio Anthem
Additional Producer
Tom Kahre
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
Gregg Rominiecki
Gregg Rominiecki
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Alec Foss
Alec Foss
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Bitch, I'm back and it's a PSA (woah, woah) I'm too fleek to take off all my shit at TSA (fleek) I know we met today but I'ma need that shit today (straight up) Might go extra-extra just so I could see they face (Hit-Boy, straight up, damn) Keep X's and O's in interchange, yeah (ooh) Hit three in a row, that's just a game Big rings in a row all down my fingers (ooh) I can't even hold my baggage claim Tryna snatch you home, my Lithuania (ooh, oh) Pats, do you mind? (yeah) One of a kind Get you to sign (to sign), I took the fine (yeah) Mulholland Drive, I hesitate and weave And hit that line, I hit more, say the least (lit) Got to stacks to side, keep that for bro and peeps With all the rhymes (straight up), risk it And a nigga tell you risqué, lil' hoes keep tryin' By the end of the day, my M's gettin' wired My own rounds for every round we tried (Yeah) I'm sensei, senseless, same time Two drank, two cups poured up I'm insanely down, slowed up (She built round, butt bubbled up) Don't inflame me now, go nuts I keep flame right by my guts It was out but now its tucked Know back home they proud of us right now Bitch, I'm back and it's a PSA (Woah, woah) I'm too fleek to take off all my shit at TSA (fleek) I know we met today but I'ma need that shit today (straight up) Might go extra-extra just so I could see they face (straight up, damn) Keep X's and O's in interchange, yeah (ooh) Hit three in a row, that's just a game Big rings in a row all down my fingers (ooh) I can't even hold my baggage claim Tryna snatch you home, my Lithuania (ooh, oh) (Psycho, woah, woah) Lil' bitch, don't talk to me like I'm not me (no) Graveyard, up late, shit, I'm with the zombies (up) Goin' insane, hard to contain Can't miss a beat, my heart is not the same You know it's flame if I'm in this hoe with Scotty Long list of problems, long list of blessings Making sure the first one never out-weight the second, yeah Military with the tactics, multi-millions, multi-facet She like Prince and Michael Jackson Purple Rain and mirrors dancin' Savage Fenty matching with the lingerie socks Didn't know they made them 'til I took 'em off and I popped Her momma 60 but look 29 and that's a great sign Could take over any tri-state without even trying And I'm prayin' for my ex's and my enemies (straight up) 'Cause they gon' need all the help they can get if it isn't me (I swear) Success is a chain reaction, I'm the fuckin' missing link In the world where niggas would do anything for everything, damn (damn) Keep X's and O's in interchange, yeah (woah) Hit three in a row, that's just a game (game, bitch) Big rings in a row all down my fingers (woah) I can't even hold my baggage claim Tryna snatch you home, my Lithuania (ooh, oh) Yeah I had to reset it, my credit on better and go 'head and vet it I pullin' her head, talkin' shit and, yeah, I got a lil' fetish
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Sean Michael Anderson, Jacques Webster, Rafael Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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