Letra de Way 2 Litt - Foolio

(Feat. [])

Can't turn up with you

Why can't I get lit with you?

Why you can't love me, like, I love you?

Uh

I'm way too lit, fuck it, might just take another shot

Uh, you know time all we got

Parked at your house and I'm sittin' at your parking lot

Why you bein' petty? Tryna see what all that drama 'bout

Problems on the table, babe please can we work it out

Uh, why you tryna crop me out?

I know I fucked up and I said, "We can work it out"

I know I fucked and you hurt, and it's over now

Gave you a Perc, can you motherfucking handle it?

Gave yo' have my heart and you motherfucking damaged it

I was in the slums, I was burnin' 'bout them savages

Addicted to Glizzys and drugs, say he traffickin'

Gifted with music, y'all left him talented

But he fell victim to clappin' shit

Mama got shot behind streets in this rapping shi'

Don't die, no trenches, man, just on some savage shit

I'm way too lit, fuck it might just pop another pill

Way too lit, fuck it, I just got another deal

Beat that pussy up, now she throw been the holy field

My homie killed my homie was it all by the dollar Bill

You better catch a body, swear to God, then you know it's real

Pussy ass niggas, don't know how I feel

Kicking all designer, and I'm rolling like a fast wheel

Peeping these streets, hit up shit by the hundred tears

So many niggas crackers throwin' out 100 years

If he in the cell wonder, will you still love him still

If that nigga dead wonder, will you still love him still

Take care of his mother, man, will you still hug her still

Call murder reason, they got my dawg Johnny killed

Devil goin' crazy up in the field

Can't take no more losses, I shed by the hundred tears

No love in these streets, that 'll get your ass out

I'm way too lit, fuck your bitch, take another shot

Uh, you know time all we got

Parked at your house and I'm sittin' at your parking lot

Why you bein' petty? Tryna see what all that drama 'bout

Problems on the table, babe please can we work it out

Got 'em deep in these streets, please let's just what the problems at (Please)

Why you tryna crop me out?

I know I fucked up and I said, "We can work it out"

I know I fucked and you hurt, and it's over now

I'm way too lit, fuck it might just pop another pill

Way too lit, fuck it, I just got another deal

Beat that pussy up, now she throw been the holy field

My homie killed my homie was it all by the dollar Bill

You better catch a body, swear to God, then you know it's real

Pussy ass niggas, don't know how I feel

Kicking all designer, and I'm rolling like a fast wheel

Peeping these streets, hit up shit by the hundred tears

Uh, I'm way too lit

Love me, like

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