Litface - Sweet Things

Yeah
Yo
Yuh
Sweet things
Sweet things
Everybody really love it baby
Sweet things
Sweet things
Everybody really love it
Yuh
Got an open letter in the mail
Turn right feeling myself
I'm feeling myself
Pretty thing coming from the left
Yeah I'm feeling myself
I'm getting my
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet, sweet
Everybody really love it baby
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet, sweet
Everybody really love it
Yuh
Everybody really love it yup
Got sweet things no buttercup
Just a couple bitches Imma butter up
Give a hoe a couple inches and I fuck her up
Yea, uh, ask my ex bitch
Maybe later on you be my next bitch
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout who you text with
I just give a fuck ‘bout how the neck is
My income comin’ in steadily
My beats and my songs drop heavily
Y’all are not, on my level even mentally
You can hardly nod your head to the melody
Man this dude sick, no remedy
I needa feed my dogs, no pedigree
Got a bad bitch to the left of me
Got another bad bitch up ahead of me
Got another bad bitch takin’ ecstasy
She just trynna earn her stripes like a referee
I don’t think, momma, would expect of me
Livin’ life so muh’ fuckin’ recklessly
Yeah, and I’m focused on my paper tho
Yeah, all about the bread like a baker tho
Spend a lil’ now ‘cause we makin’ more
Got the sweet things and the flavour, oh
Got an open letter in the mail
Turn right feeling myself
I'm feeling myself
Pretty thing coming from the left
Yeah I'm feeling myself
I'm getting my
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet, sweet
Everybody really love it baby
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet, sweet
Everybody really love it
Yuh
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet, sweet
Everybody really love it baby
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet, sweet
Everybody really love it
Yuh
Everybody really love it yup
How I smell good bitches wanna fuck
How I fuck good bitches wanna date
That’s your girlfriend now you wanna hate
Hate talk breeds more haters
Ain’t y’all need more paper
Throw a rack now worry ‘bout it later
The weed smoke loud, ask the neighbours
We blow clouds and the vapours
Studio slap with the bangers
All up in the club bein’ flagrant
Trynna fuck a stripper or a waitress
Straight shots bottles never stop, nah
Go pop ‘fore we even pop off
Rockstar shit, y’all a knock-off
Bitch suck a dick ‘til she lockjaw
Bitch Instagram all of my quotes
I don’t do lines but my lines dope
She can do lines in the bathroom
Bring her friend yea, yea, her friend bad too
We can do things that’s taboo
Shorty want ink like a tattoo
Fat boy, fat, pockets stay fat too
My whole damn mood is a damn mood
Bitches gimme head like a shampoo
Bitches gimme big head like a bad brew
I don’t really talk about or dap dudes
Only show love or I lampoon
You never show love you a hater bro
S’why you got no fans and I’ll take your hoe
Never give a hoe love only gave her dough
Want sweet things now not later tho
Yeah, and I’m focused on my paper tho
Yeah, all about the bread like a baker tho
Spend a lil’ bit now ‘cause we makin’ more
Got the sweet things and the flavour, oh
Got an open letter in the mail
Turn right feeling myself
I'm feeling myself
Pretty thing coming from the left
Yeah I'm feeling myself
I'm getting my
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet, sweet
Everybody really love it baby
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet, sweet
Everybody really love it
Yuh
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet, sweet
Everybody really love it baby
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet things
Sweet, sweet
Everybody really love it
Yuh

Written by:
CCJ Gabriel, Ryan Heuvel

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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