J Styles - Litty Committee Lyrics

Favela music

Nigga ain't f*ck with me

I swear

Can't style me I swear they can't style me ha

Presi on tryna pretty da odds

Celly on, still get rid of the tops

This ting heavy on my waist gimme a bop..


I ain't the richest but I ain't broke

I ain't illest but you know I'm dope

This like one of the realest shit I ever wrote

I swear me and nigga like the links in my rope

I ain't been rapping in a while

Nigga following fashion, what's fashion without style

Send my little boy 88 miles

He wanna break down grease that'll turn the place wild

750 for the new kicks they' more than spilly

Can't crease em' got me walking silly

Should've been a daily duppy you see what I'm saying

Two pots on the stove, look like I'm dj'ing

Wet it stretch it, it's like limousines

Fly it ot, spin it billy jean

I used to cling rock 'till my cling stop

Like baby baby it was all a dream


Presi on tryna pretty da odds

Celly on, still get rid of the tops

This ting heavy on my waist gimme a bop

Litty committee

My bitch is bad & her waist itty bitty

In my biggest bag I jus get to the lizzy.

Let's go


I ain't the maddest but you know I'm mad

I ain't the baddest but you know I'm bad

This bitch ain't griselda but she working it mad

Clinging up light and putting dirt in a bag

Yhh we in da favela

18 on and I got a dweller

She ain't f*ck with them man cos she know better

For you jealous nigga might get some margiela

They love styles I'm the one they recommend

If we ain't the best must be legends then

Long long nose she ain't seen a elephant

She got the devil in her bag but she look heaven sent

Pull up on me I'm hittin same day

Styla or waves to me it's all same name

Don't hate the player bro hate the game

Could've got it buss but it came plain jane


Presi on tryna pretty da odds

Celly on, still get rid of the tops

This ting heavy on my waist gimme a bop

Litty committee

My bitch is bad & her waist itty bitty

In my biggest bag I jus get to the lizzy.