Letra de Make It Lit - Kenzo B

Go, go

(Rain on the move)

(Drop that shit Slim)

Kenzo B

Top two and I'm not two, bitch

Real shit

Like, like

Like what?

Catch a opp in the spot I leave her where she dance at

My respect, I'ma always demand that

Fuck what these bitches sayin', where they bands at?

All talk like, "What's up? Where your hands at?

Fuck y'all niggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the fuck is his mans at (Like where?)

Niggas know that I'm it, tell him get off my dick, acting tough but that won't bring your man's back (Grrah)

Bitches don't wanna fight but they talk out their jaw (At all)

Think you safe with your mans, have brodie knock him off (Like, like what?)

We ain't gotta get back, they ain't up on no boards (Grrah, grrah)

How they say he get back? Someone went to the—

Free bro, I'ma still get him back, bitch

Free the guys that got knocked tryna wack shit (Like)

Pretty bitch, forty-eight on some tact shit

Shots in his back, he do more than a back flip (On bro)

Don't know why twenty-four on my dick, like he don't what's up tell him go get his bitch (Dummy)

She get beat and then he gettin' hit, he get left 'cause he walk with no heat on his hip (Grrah, grrah)

I want diss on no bitch or no set

I won't trip bout a bitch or a threat

I applied enough pressure, these bitches is pressed, if it's smoke let me know, say that shit with your chest (Like what?)

They gon' hate 'cause the know I'm up next (Grrah)

Still lookin' good while I walk with the TEC (Like)

Yeah, I'm hood but I'm back that's a flex

If a bitch try her luck on my soul Ima step

Say no more make it lit when you see me (Grrah)

Duckin' top on your head, no Fiji (Grrah)

I don't gotta aim 'cause this shit is too easy (Grrah)

Just up it and flame like I seen it on (Grrah, grrah, boom)

Catch a opp in the spot I leave her where she dance at (Like)

My respect, I'ma always demand that (Grrah)

Fuck what these bitches sayin', where they bands at?

All talk like, "What's up? Where your hands at? (Ayy)

Fuck y'all niggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the fuck is his mans at (Where he at?)

Niggas know that I'm it, tell him get off my dick, acting tough but that won't bring your man's back (Get off my dick)

5'1" and I stay with extensions (Grrah)

Don't know that I'm the one that they mention (Like)

They stay on my dick 'cause they lack independence

Outside every day, I got perfect attendance

Try to front, them bitches gettin' parked (On bro)

Fuck a fight, them bitches gettin' sparked (On bro)

Y'all alright, or ya just wanna start, I'm a creep like the reaper lurkin' in the dark (Like, like)

Now I'm lit, let's take it to the top

I won't argue with niggas, niggas gettin' shot (At all)

Never miss like I cannot be topped

If a bitch got a problem tell her, "Suck a cock" (Suck my dick)

Yeah, that bitch act crazy but she not (Grrah)

Niggas try to play, he gettin' flocked

Try to chill but I can never stop

He so tough but they caught him talkin' to the cops

Got a gun but he ain't never use it (Grrah)

Check the score it show who really do shit (Grrah)

Up and ask later how the fuck we losin'?

In love with the smoke, and no we can't defuse it (Grrah)

They can troll, we all know what's up

10 out 10 them niggas ain't tough (Like)

Talk on bro but that bitch is a slut

If she jackin' the opps that lil' bitch gettin' cut (She gettin' cut)

Pass me the chop, that lil' bitch better duck (Like)

Don't trip, better watch how she run, I won't show no remorse if it's up I'm a dump

Bitches soft and they know they can't get up with us (At all)

Bitch, I'm lit, "Give a fuck 'bout the next bitch"

How I'ma go and I keep me a weapon? (Tell me how?)

Be yourself and give up the pretendin'

They say get back but we already left them

We don't think, niggas ain't second guessin'

Bitch, I could fight give a fuck bout your best friend (Like, like)

Can't geeked and that shit is depressin'

Let them bitches be, I'ma teach them a lesson (On bro)

Bitches mad I'm who they wanna be (That's facts)

Niggas mad 'cause they bitches ain't me (Like)

And they always outside 'til we bend through their Pz

And them boys should run track 'cause they fast on they feet (Grrah, grrah-graah, boom)

Catch a opp in the spot I leave her where she dance at

My respect, I'ma always demand that (Like)

Fuck what these bitches sayin', where they bands at? (Grrah)

All talk like, "What's up? Where your hands at? (Where he at?)

Fuck y'all niggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the fuck is his mans at

Niggas know that I'm it, tell him get off my dick (Grrah), acting tough but that won't bring your man's back

Catch a opp in the spot I leave her where she dance at

My respect, I'ma always demand that (Grrah)

Fuck what these bitches sayin', where they bands at?

All talk like, "What's up? Where your hands at? (What's up?)

Fuck y'all niggas too, heard they bring up my name, ask that boy where the fuck is his mans at (Like, grrah, grrah)

Niggas know that I'm it, tell him get off my dick, acting tough but that won't bring your man's back (Grrah)

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