Taao - I'm Litty Lyrics

Louie's on my feet, uh
And Nike socks
Fuck around with me, uh
My chopper eatcha
Me and my squad go deep, uh
We have no beef, yeah
If there's ice on your chain
We send the heat, yeah
New B's on the street, uh
Where'd I meet ya
Talking bout you want me,
But I don't need ya
You say you are hungry,
Bitch I will feed ya
But if you don't please me,
I will leave ya
Louie's on my feet, uh
And Nike socks
Fuck around with me, uh
My chopper eatcha
Me and my squad go deep, uh
We have no beef, yeah
If there's ice on your chain
We send the heat, yeah
New B's on the street, uh
Where'd I meet ya
Talking bout you want me,
But I don't need ya
You say you are hungry,
Bitch I will feed ya
But if you don't please me,
I will leave ya
You say you are sorry,
But you not though
You already cheated,
You a straight hoe
Bitch I'm not leaving,
But you gotta go
You thought I was stupid,
Like I didn't know
You never believed me,
But I believed ya
How you gonna do that?
And not tease, yah
Brand new foreign whip, uh
With no lease, yah
You say you getting rich, uh
Well...look at me, yeah
That is not your car
Well where the keys huh?
My house is bigger than a... Colosseum
You get lost in it, shit I won't see you
I'm more broke than a fat hooker, that's a mean one
All my lyrics so explicit,
Imma make her come and kiss me
If she don't then I get pissy
Psych nah niggas I am silly
I am the next bill board billy
Put me in a box to Philly
Henry Brown, tell me will he?
I'm just tryna make a milli
Tryna make a stop to Italy
Place smells so good just like Lillie's
Tryna feed me, don't you fill me
I'm still broke so don't you bill me
I feel like no one can feel me
When you broke it's not so chilly
If my mom heard this, she'd kill me
She'd be like you did this really
Why you making songs so stiffly
cause the money comes so swiftly
Drink myself to sleep with whisky
When I'm drunk I get too frisky
Touching all up on them titties
Told me to stop but I'm so risky
Took your laptop, hacked your syskey
Now I'm laid up with your sissy
No you cannot see my city
Hit you with the desert fifty, especially if you tryna gyp me
Throw them hands just like a frisbee, throw them hands you feeling dizzy
The way you look just look so sickly
Now I'm done, I need a Vicky
If not Vicky, give me Whitney
She smells so fishy
Head game weak, she sound like Mickey
Bought her shoes but she's so picky
Dropped the bitch, I hope she miss me
If not then, I'm done, I'm tipsy
Shit it's my turn, Damn I'm litty.

Louie's on my feet, uh
And Nike socks
Fuck around with me, uh
My chopper eatcha
Me and my squad go deep, uh
We have no beef, yeah
If there's ice on your chain
We send the heat, yeah
New B's on the street, uh
Where'd I meet ya
Talking bout you want me,
But I don't need ya
You say you are hungry,
Bitch I will feed ya
But if you don't please me,
I will leave ya
Louie's on my feet, uh
And Nike socks
Fuck around with me, uh
My chopper eatcha
Me and my squad go deep, uh
We have no beef, yeah
If there's ice on your chain
We send the heat, yeah
New B's on the street, uh
Where'd I meet ya
Talking bout you want me,
But I don't need ya
You say you are hungry,
Bitch I will feed ya
But if you don't please me,
I will leave ya
You say you are sorry,
But you not though
You already cheated,
You a straight hoe
Bitch I'm not leaving,
But you gotta go
You thought I was stupid,
Like I didn't know
You never believed me,
But I believed ya
How you gonna do that?
And not tease, yah
Brand new foreign whip, uh
With no lease, yah
You say you getting rich, uh
Well...look at me, yeah
That is not your car
Well where the keys huh?
My house is bigger than a... Colosseum
You get lost in it, shit I won't see you
I'm more broke than a fat hooker, that's a mean one
All my lyrics so explicit,
Imma make her come and kiss me
If she don't then I get pissy
Psych nah niggas I am silly
I am the next bill board billy
Put me in a box to Philly
Henry Brown, tell me will he?
I'm just tryna make a milli
Tryna make a stop to Italy
Place smells so good just like Lillie's
Tryna feed me, don't you fill me
I'm still broke so don't you bill me
I feel like no one can feel me
When you broke it's not so chilly
If my mom heard this, she'd kill me
She'd be like you did this really
Why you making songs so stiffly
cause the money comes so swiftly
Drink myself to sleep with whisky
When I'm drunk I get too frisky
Touching all up on them titties
Told me to stop but I'm so risky
Took your laptop, hacked your syskey
Now I'm laid up with your sissy
No you cannot see my city
Hit you with the desert fifty, especially if you tryna gyp me
Throw them hands just like a frisbee, throw them hands you feeling dizzy
The way you look just look so sickly
Now I'm done, I need a Vicky
If not Vicky, give me Whitney
She smells so fishy
Head game weak, she sound like Mickey
Bought her shoes but she's so picky
Dropped the bitch, I hope she miss me
If not then, I'm done, I'm tipsy
Shit it's my turn, Damn I'm litty.