4 Lit (Feat. T.I. & Ty Dolla $ign) – B.o.B – letras

[Chorus: B. o. B]Shit be two lit, shit be four litPick me up before sixGutter bitch with another bitchWe ain’t tripping ’cause we all hitYeah, we all with the fuck shitYeah, we all with the fuck shitTwo lit, shit be four litWe ain’t tripping ’cause we all hit[Verse 1: B. o. B.]Yeah yeah, d-d-dat’s the shit I like (Hey)I ain’t got no type, I can’t decideGirls like girls like girls, they can’t denyEating pussy with a side of wineNo, it ain’t no telling what we might doWhen she in a penthouse with a tight viewReefer got me stuck, shit, got my eyes gluedOh yeah, that’s my girl and that’s our wife too[Chorus: B. o. B]Lit, shit be four litPick me up before sixGutter bitch with another bitchWe ain’t tripping ’cause we all hitYeah, we all with the fuck shitYeah, we all with the fuck shitTwo lit, shit be four litWe ain’t tripping ’cause we all hit[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]Ayy, Dolla hit it, B. o. B hitUh, T. I. P hit it, Tz hitAyy, I feel like we the new Dogg poundUh, she know Dolla getting money nowUh, I’ma pass her like CamYay, I’ma pass her like PeytonOo, I got diamonds on my neckI got diamonds on my ribput some diamonds on my main bitchUh, in the Porsche so wavyPut a Rollie on my lady, Dolla need a new babyEh, she know Dolla stay littyStill ain’t heard about Dolla? You should come to my city[Chorus: B. o. B & Ty Dolla $ign (T. I.) ]Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah)Pick me up before sixGutter bitch with another bitchWe ain’t tripping ’cause we all hitYeah, we all with the fuck shit (OOhh)Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye-ye-yeah)Two lit, shit be four lit (Uh, okay)We ain’t trippin’ ’cause we all here (Yeah)[Verse 3: T. I.]You know we all wit’ itAll my niggas quick to hit and never call bitchesJust might see my lil nigga pulling up wit’ y’all bitchesPick the short ones up, bend it over tall bitchAyy, put that phone downand mind your fucking business, girlAyy, put some money up if you so independent, girlNow I’m just tryna put some diamonds in ya pendantget your titties fixedPresidential suites and private jets, outside the city shitOne thing I can’t stand is a petty heauxCan’t keep your business to yourselfdon’t go to telling folks’Bout where you beenand how much pussy you be selling folkDon’t wanna see her with a telescope, tell her tho[Chorus: B. o. B & Ty Dolla $ign (T. I.) ]Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah)Pick me up before sixGutter bitch with another bitchWe ain’t tripping ’cause we all hitYeah, we all with the fuck shit (OOhh)Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye-ye-yeah)Two lit, shit be four lit (Yeeah)We ain’t trippin’ ’cause we all here (OOhh)Yeah yeah, Dolla $ign