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This Us

Album cover art for "This Us" by Lyte

Lyte - Rap, EDM

This Us

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November 15, 2024.

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[Verse 1: Lyte] Jump in the crowd, dive in We wildin', we vibin' You ain't, it's bye then like Who the fuck let this guy in? (What?) Diamonds all on my skin (ooh!), Scum in this bitch, what up Ivan (What up!) You can bet it dawg I'ma set it off in this bitch just like a siren (Siren) Now put them hands up to the ceiling, motherfucker, like a robbery And a ninja livin' like he hit the lottery The whole squad with me, oh my God is he (Yah!) Makin' a mockery, blowin' a lot of tree, this no facade you see Earnin' them racks, turnt to the max (woo!), the way that it's gotta be We do this goddammit, we the coolest on the planet Can't nobody in this motherfuckеr kill my vibe (Kill my vibe!) Or steal my shinе, that's real, my guy Now the whole world wanna feel my tribe (Ah!) We rare as it gets, stare in this bitch Fingers in the air while we blarin' The Clique Tearin' the club up, they cheerin' they love us Monstar, no comparin' this shit [Chorus: Lyte] Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts! Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!) Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts! Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!) Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts! Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!) Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts! Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!) [Verse 2: Lyte] Where that ass at? That ass fat Now bend it over, make that ass clap Drop it low (low), bring that ass back Got money, honey, you ain't gotta ask that (Nah!) From bein' my own ASCAP, you can see how high that cash stacked (Woah) We them guys, I lead 'em wise Can't see my eyes when that gas packed (Hahaha!) Now pass that, are you deaf? (You deaf?) Takin' over the club, that's true theft (True theft) Said enough for twenty, by the shore I got a few left Don't play, boy, surrounded by woman like I'm Hugh Hef Baddies, biddies, big old titties Everybody know that we run this city Showin' no pity (grr!), everyone with me Mobbin' in this bitch with The Clique, get litty We blowin', we buzzin', it's slappin', it's bustin' It's no discussion, get nasty, disgusting It's nothing to a boss, when we cuttin' up, we stuntin' bruh Feelin' like a million so you know we 'bout to celebrate Positive vibes, I'ma delegate and elevate (Rush!) So miss me with the hella hate [Chorus: Lyte] Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts! Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!) Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts! Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!) Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts! Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!) Go crazy! Get wild! Get weird! Go nuts! Our clique! Our squad! We give no fucks! (Fucks!) [Verse 3: Lyte] Walk in the club with the merch booth (Yah yah!) You see us winning, that hurts you (Yah yah!) No cap, you can search proof (Yah yah!) Amen, that's church truth (Yah yah!) It's about to go down, got the club sold out No doubt, got the crowd ready to rage (Woo!) Got to give Eddy the stage (Ah!) You can bet it but you ain't got a penny to wage (Damn!) A new life, a new me, livin' like a movie Groupie, Lyte got dinero, bucks (Ha!) Who's the villain now? I'm the hero, chumps And Monstar gives zero fucks [Outro: Lyte] Go DJ! Turn it up and let the jam bang It's your B-Day! Hit the floor and do your damn thang Got a lot of fans that you can't bring (Nope!) Shout out to the fam, what's goody (What up?) Bouncin' like I'm gonna break a hamstring 'Cause Gs don't dance, they boogie

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  • Lyte