WIFI LIT

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Zaytoven
 Woah, woah, woah
 Gone in the sky, over 20,000
 I keep my wifi lit
 I spend over 5,000, that's just on one fit
 I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit
 Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick
 I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
 I don't act poor no more
 I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
 'Cause she wasn't touching her toes, no
 I'm on some rich nigga shit
 It's all about rich nigga timing
 Fully loaded whip
 I'm gone curve you kindness
 I'm in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can't find it
 I got stacks on me and they won't fit no wallet
 I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
 I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
 I'm on another wave
 Cut the head off the Porsche
 Running with a pack of wolves, ain't no extorting
 VIP with 8 K's, very important
 Always riding with a gas torch
 Always riding with a mask
 Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
 Cost over 500 bags
 Already know your homie singing
 They 'bout to get him wacked
 Soon as you let up, relax
 That's when they waiting to attack
 Platinum majority of the plaques
 Striking it off like a match
 Gone in the sky, over 20,000
 I keep my wifi lit
 I spend over 5,000, that's just on one fit
 I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit
 Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick
 You came from public housing
 You serving hand to hand, oh
 You got that good salmon,
 And smoking it fresh out the can
 You know how to stir your bowl up
 You know how to flip your bands
 I'm bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
 I know the opps they thinking foul
 We 'bout to take out they mans
 We got to make some bullets shower
 Show you we ain't playing
 You gon' smell this gun powder
 it's gone make you dance
 I've been counting it up for hour
 Done cramped my hands
 Gone in the sky, over 20,000
 I keep my wifi lit
 I spend over 5,000, that's just on one fit
 I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit
 Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick
 Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
 Wifi lit
 Master bitch, woah, woah, whoa
 That's an assist
 Cooking grits, woah, woah, whoa
 Have a chicken
 Fuck your clique, woah woah, whoa
 Got them sticks
 Wifi lit, wifi lit
 Wifi lit
 Wifi lit
 Wifi lit
 Wifi lit
 Wifi lit
 Wifi lit
 Wifi lit
 Wifi lit
 (Auntie, auntie)
 Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
 Wifi lit
 (Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood)
 Master bitch, woah, woah, whoa
 That's an assist
 (Auntie, auntie)
 Cooking grits, woah, woah, whoa
 (JB, know I mean)
 Have a chicken
 Fuck your clique, woah woah, whoa
 Got them sticks
 Let's go!
 

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Duration
02:56
Key
2
Tempo
145 BPM

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