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Aye get fucked up, drink a little bit

Smoke a little bit, pop a little bit

Aye get fucked up, drink a little bit

Smoke a little bit, pop a little bit, aye get fucked up

We ain't doing much tryna have a good time

Got four bad bitches man the pleasures all mine

Girls kissing girls best believe they all fine

Gir-girls kissing girls best believe they all fine

Leggo, leggo, leggo, leggo, what you doing?

Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit, aye get fucked up

Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit

Aye get fucked up

Four bad bitches, man the pleasure all mine

We ain't doing nothing, tryna to have a good time

Roll around the city, Porsche seats on recline

Four bad bitches fucking at the same time

Bitch named Keisha got an ass like a bubble

Feed her M&M's, watch her turn into some trouble

Two hands on the ball, shorty just doubled

Once I get mine I ain't even tryna cuddle

All in the party hippy trippy on the Henny

Jar full of weed, baby girl I got plenty

Break fast for the chick like I work at Denny's

Shawty where the shots I need many, many, many

Molly in the system, drinking out the bottle

Shorty going in, going hard full throttle

Instagram likes got her feeling like a model

If you looking for the drugs, don't worry I got 'em

Aye get fucked up, drink a little bit

Smoke a little bit, pop a little bit

Aye get fucked up, drink a little bit

Smoke a little bit, pop a little bit, aye get fucked up

We ain't doing much tryna have a good time

Got four bad bitches man the pleasures all mine

Girls kissing girls best believe they all fine

Gir-girls kissing girls best believe they all fine

Leggo, leggo, leggo, leggo, what you doing?

Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit, aye get fucked up

Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit

Aye get fucked up

Two bad bitches and they fucking with a nigga

Feeling on her booty, dick harder than a missile

Ass in a circle let me feel it just a little

Don't be pulling on my belt cause that shit holding up the pistol

She like to drink that tequila

Hennessey for all my niggas

You can't take none of my bitches

You fuck round you gon' meet my killers

Ooh, iced out Rollie bright when the light hit

No Janet Jackson, don't fuck with no penny's

Blood in yo T-shirt, them bloods rolling with me

If you bust at me first I shoot up the city

Hunnids on top of hunnids on them titties

Nigga you ain't never seen no money like this

Codeine I pour it up

Popping them pills got me throwing up

Aye get fucked up, drink a little bit

Smoke a little bit, pop a little bit

Aye get fucked up, drink a little bit

Smoke a little bit, pop a little bit, aye get fucked up

We ain't doing much tryna have a good time

Got four bad bitches man the pleasures all mine

Girls kissing girls best believe they all fine

Gir-girls kissing girls best believe they all fine

Leggo, leggo, leggo, leggo, what you doing?

Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit, aye get fucked up

Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit

Aye get fucked up

Chris Brown и K Camp - Little Bit – текст


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