4 Lit Lyrics - B.o.b.

Shit be two lit, shit be four lit 

Pick me up before six 

Gutter bitch with another bitch 

We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit 

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit 

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit 

Two lit, shit be four lit 

We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit 

Yeah yeah, d—d—dat's the shit I like (Hey) 

I ain't got no type, I can't decide 

Girls like girls like girls, they can't deny 

Eating pussy with a side of wine 

No, it ain't no telling what we might do 

When she in a penthouse with a tight view 

Reefer got me stuck, shit, got my eyes glued 

Oh yeah, that's my girl and that's our wife too 

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Lit, shit be four lit 

Pick me up before six 

Gutter bitch with another bitch 

We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit 

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit 

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit 

Two lit, shit be four lit 

We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit 

Ayy, Dolla hit it, B.o.B hit 

Uh, T.I.P hit it, TZ hit 

Ayy, I feel like we the new Dogg pound 

Uh, she know Dolla getting money now 

Uh, I'ma pass her like Cam 

Yay, I'ma pass her like Peyton 

Oo, I got diamonds on my neck 

I got diamonds on my rib, put some diamonds on my main bitch 

Uh, in the Porsche so wavy 

Put a Rollie on my lady, Dolla need a new baby 

Eh, she know Dolla stay litty 

Still ain't heard about Dolla? You should come to my city 

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Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah) 

Pick me up before six 

Gutter bitch with another bitch 

We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit 

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ooohhh) 

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) 

You know we all wit' it 

All my niggas quick to hit and never call bitches 

Just might see my lil nigga pulling up wit' y'all bitches 

Pick the short ones up, bend it over tall bitch 

Ayy, put that phone down and mind your fucking business, girl 

Ayy, put some money up if you so independent, girl 

Now I'm just tryna put some diamonds in ya pendant, get your titties fixed 

Presidential suites and private jets, outside the city shit 

One thing I can't stand is a petty heaux 

Can't keep your business to yourself, don't go to telling folks 

'Bout where you been and how much pussy you be selling folk 

Don't wanna see her with a telescope, tell her tho 

Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah) 

Pick me up before six 

Gutter bitch with another bitch 

We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit 

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ooohhh) 

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 (Ooohhh) 

Yeah yeah, Dolla $ign