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God Wanted Us To Be Lit

Red Cafe

Less Talk More Hustle

20.01.2017

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[Chorus: Red Café & French Montana] God wanted us to be lit God wanted us to be lit All the hate can't stop this (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit Do your dance girl you know you bad (Haah) It's your birthday girl you know you bad (Haah) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit (Woo) [Verse 1: Red Café] DopeGod back off in the city (Whoa) Still keep a stick case it get sticky (Whoa) Ahhh, Girl you gone make me blow a bag When I kill that thing I ain't gon' wear a mask, ooh A boss need a boss lady (Lit) If her pussy good you know that girl crazy Keep the fame, I just want the change You see they call me Balmain Jermaine (Woo) My hustle non-stop I got a super bag (Bow) You mad get a cape now be super mad (Bow) They hatin' but we lit, we still lit (Haah) Young rich nigga keep a rich bitch (What else?) Shit [Chorus: Red Café & French Montana] All the hate can't stop this (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit Do your dance girl you know you bad (Haah) It's your birthday girl you know you bad (Haah) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Skinny nigga but my dick good (Dick good) I look professional but think hood (Think hood) She only love me 'cause my bank full Team full of sharks, try me boy the tank full I got a bitch that come from Africa Another bitch to hit up after her Put 'em together now they both lookin' so spectacular Say got my hoe but what you mean, baby? I'm a bachelor, I ain't attached to ya My Taylor Gang campaign got 'em lookin' at me strange but I'm never gonna change I give a fuck about the fame, just concerned with gettin' paid Got two shows to do the same night You know my name, right? [Chorus: Red Café & French Montana] All the hate can't stop this (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit Do your dance girl you know you bad (You know you bad) It's your birthday girl you know you bad (You know you bad) God wanted us to be lit (God wanted us) God wanted us to be lit (God wanted us) [Verse 3: Red Café] Shawty, I heard you a bad ass (Whoa) Come and hit this dope in a gas mask (Whoa) My loud pack wake the neighbors (Bow) Dope team I been with the Taylors (Bow) Shawty, God wanted you to be thick (Whoa) Ask how she get the ass, she goin' plead the fifth (Whoa) I know a freak when I see a freak I beat the thing twice finna three-peat I be trappin' in designer (Yeah) Nothin' but dimes in my line-up (Yeah) Nothin' but the stuff in my black car (Woo) And we gon' launch a missile if they act up [Chorus: Red Café & French Montana] All the hate can't stop this (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit Do your dance girl you know you bad (Haah) It's your birthday girl you know you bad (Haah) God wanted us to be lit (Whoa) God wanted us to be lit
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