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Lit Brit - Litty Lyrics



Lit Brit - Litty Lyrics




[ Featuring Mr D.J. ]

You still working on me though
Alright alright
Yes Lord
Can I still get Litty?
Ok
I Love you too
Lit Brit

(Next is a trip to Bermuda
We bout to blow like a tuba
Next is a trip to Bermuda
We bout to blow like a tuba)

It's a lot on plate
A lot of my surface
But I ain't worried
Cause Jesus is working
Like Jordan keep my Armstrong
And my money long

Cause I rep God he always with me
My skin copper like a penny
Ima keep it 100
Never 50
Cause I rep God
I rep God he always with me

Im just speaking my
Not wasting your time
Lit Brit I'm fine
But I'm not a dime
Can't put a price on this
God was riding before I got my License
Jesus Christ is Lord
He kept me busy
When I was bored
He paid the price
I couldn't afford
Gave me a future to look forward (to)

Walk past
They who is that (who)
Lit Brit she getting her A.A.
Ooh
She only date boys
She ain't gay
Ooh
Country girl from The A
(Ooh)

Taking trips to the Bay
Jesus Christ is the way
Taking trips to the Bay
Jesus Christ is the way

Yeah I just got back from Jamaica
I ain't worried about paper
Next is a trip to Dubai
I ain't worried bout a guy

No I ain't worried bout a ting
Jesus Christ is my King
Lord above Everything
If He the yang I'm the ying


Was down now I'm up
God filling up my cup
Jesus Christ
Pour me up
When I fall
Pick me up


If you blessed and you know it
Ima need you to show it
Show it
Lift ya hands up high
Give praise to my guy

Give praise to the most high
The one sittin in the sky

Litty litty its time to get litty
Litty litty atl is my city

Won't he change your life
Won't he won't he won't he do it
I've been down I can prove it
Came across a mountain and he moved it

Litty litty Lit Brit from the city
Litty litty I rep God he's always with me 3x
Litty litty Lit Brit from the city
Litty litty I rep God he's always with me 3x

Clap ya hands stomp ya feet get lit Litty
I just got back from Jamaica
I ain't worried about paper
Next is a trip to Dubai
I ain't worried about a guy

I ain't worried bout a ting
Jesus Christ is my King
Lord above Everything
If He the yang I'm the ying

Litty litty its time to get litty
Litty litty atl is my city
Litty litty none of y'all messing with me
Litty litty I rep God he's always with me 2x

Next is a trip to Bermuda I've never been shooter
I've always been tutor I ride in an Uber
Or hop on a Zuma I used to drive scooter
Take off like a Puma yall stop with the rumors
Unless yall talkin bout me,
Then bring the fame sooner I grow like a tumor
And deep like a scuba God picked me out; chooser
And said I'm a blow so load the bazooka.
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You still working on me though
Alright alright
Yes Lord
Can I still get Litty?
Ok
I Love you too
Lit Brit

(Next is a trip to Bermuda
We bout to blow like a tuba
Next is a trip to Bermuda
We bout to blow like a tuba)

It's a lot on plate
A lot of my surface
But I ain't worried
Cause Jesus is working
Like Jordan keep my Armstrong
And my money long

Cause I rep God he always with me
My skin copper like a penny
Ima keep it 100
Never 50
Cause I rep God
I rep God he always with me

Im just speaking my
Not wasting your time
Lit Brit I'm fine
But I'm not a dime
Can't put a price on this
God was riding before I got my License
Jesus Christ is Lord
He kept me busy
When I was bored
He paid the price
I couldn't afford
Gave me a future to look forward (to)

Walk past
They who is that (who)
Lit Brit she getting her A.A.
Ooh
She only date boys
She ain't gay
Ooh
Country girl from The A
(Ooh)

Taking trips to the Bay
Jesus Christ is the way
Taking trips to the Bay
Jesus Christ is the way

Yeah I just got back from Jamaica
I ain't worried about paper
Next is a trip to Dubai
I ain't worried bout a guy

No I ain't worried bout a ting
Jesus Christ is my King
Lord above Everything
If He the yang I'm the ying


Was down now I'm up
God filling up my cup
Jesus Christ
Pour me up
When I fall
Pick me up


If you blessed and you know it
Ima need you to show it
Show it
Lift ya hands up high
Give praise to my guy

Give praise to the most high
The one sittin in the sky

Litty litty its time to get litty
Litty litty atl is my city

Won't he change your life
Won't he won't he won't he do it
I've been down I can prove it
Came across a mountain and he moved it

Litty litty Lit Brit from the city
Litty litty I rep God he's always with me 3x
Litty litty Lit Brit from the city
Litty litty I rep God he's always with me 3x

Clap ya hands stomp ya feet get lit Litty
I just got back from Jamaica
I ain't worried about paper
Next is a trip to Dubai
I ain't worried about a guy

I ain't worried bout a ting
Jesus Christ is my King
Lord above Everything
If He the yang I'm the ying

Litty litty its time to get litty
Litty litty atl is my city
Litty litty none of y'all messing with me
Litty litty I rep God he's always with me 2x

Next is a trip to Bermuda I've never been shooter
I've always been tutor I ride in an Uber
Or hop on a Zuma I used to drive scooter
Take off like a Puma yall stop with the rumors
Unless yall talkin bout me,
Then bring the fame sooner I grow like a tumor
And deep like a scuba God picked me out; chooser
And said I'm a blow so load the bazooka.
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Writer: FLUID PRODUCTIONS BEATS, LANCE MARTEL MITCHELL, MATT COLE, WALTER REED
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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