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So Lit Lyrics by Brandon Wolf Hill

X-File - EP

2016

[Intro]
Hah!
Brandon Wolf Hill, Kaoz, and Sciamachy
We're about to get lit
[Verse One]
Never gonna need a come back
I'm so lit on this track
Get ready for my Wolf Pack (ah-woo)
Sit back and listen to this track
I'll tick-tack-toe and fuck that ass
Might sound whack but I'll hijack your man
Throwback, when you got a heart attack
From all my fucking feedback
Oh shit, did I just do that? (it's because you're a dick)
Flashback to when I was bad
I was mad cause I never felt rad
Might sound sad but that's why I always get lit
Have to take another fucking hit
Like, lit-lit-lit-lit
Pass the hit, smoke a bit
Stay lit, pass another fucking hit
Stay cool, stay in school
Don't be a fucking fool (16 and pregnant)
Uh
[Chorus]
So fucking lit (lit-lit-lit-lit-lit-lit-lit)
I'm so high
Fuck you Mr. Morris, the party was lit (Thomas)
So fucking lit
[Verse Two]
Douse me in gasoline
Strike a couple matches
Ashes to ashes
Hotter than the masses
Flaming on these bastards
Complain, maintain
Got Henny in the glasses
Penny for your thoughts
Finger for your ass
Hand in hand, call it a pass
It's my fucking party, I cry if I wanna
I'm swimming in the drink, flying in Marijuana
Giving hand jobs to every time they get hairy
Nut on your bangs, there's something about Mary
Lactose Intolerant, fat hoes hollering
Lit like a light on the runway when you're modeling
Call me the man and Mariah throw a tantrum
Do what you wish but we do the commanding
Hands in the air, wave them with no abandon
Keep your hoes chanting
Our names, you can't stand them
[Verse Three]
I've been lit, sipping light
Tryna write on this flight
Tryna get lost-gone in the middle of the night
In the middle of the sky, middle line of sight
Rising higher than a kite, artificial satellite
I keep on doing what I want cause I wanna keep it lit
I've been hunting down those fakes, killing counterfeits
You keep bragging 'bout your money
It ends in a casket
Always been about the heart, Fitbit
[Chorus]
Fuck you Mr. Morris
The bitch got a clit bigger than your dick
Got Morris's bitch sucking my dick
She's flicking her clit
Too bad she's a vampire
Cause my cum tastes like garlic
And it's artistic the way it drips off her lip
In the end, the party was lit
Did you see what Logan just spit?
(Garlic!)

About “So Lit” by Brandon Wolf Hill

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"So Lit" appears on "X-File - EP" in 2016.

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