Young M.A - My Hitta

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Young M.A - My Hitta

Young M.A

My Hitta

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Paroles - lyrics: My Hitta

[Intro]
Yo, babe, you love me?
(Yes, I love you)
You gon' ride for me?
(Yes, baby)
No matter what, right?
(No matter what)
You're my lil' hitter?
(Ha, ha, why you always do that? Like...)
You not gon' be my hitta?
(No)
If I give you the, if I give you the Glock
You gon' bust that shit?
(Nah)
Hello
Let's go, baby, I fuckin' love you, baby, you heard?
(I love you too)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ooh, she spicy, yeah, I like her and she like me too
I think I'ma drop a check on her like Nike shoe
I usually don't trick but, shit, I got a trick for you
I'm usually a ho, but girl, I got this dick for you
And I don't have a boo 'cause I think I was meant for you
And I just bought a Cooper coupe that's only meant for two
My niggas in that foreign right behind me, ayy
And we fuckin' up the highway like a high-speed chase
Blew 50 at the mall like it's my b-day
But it's just a regular, ordinary weekday (Regular)
Ooh, that's a bad bitch
You can tell she eat her collard greens and catfish
I'm tryna make your daughter cry, sorry, Miss Jackson (I'm sorry)
I wear that pussy on my face like it's in fashion
Ooh, she said I'm nasty
Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi (Ride)
And if your ex was a disease, then I'm the vaccine
Blowin' bags, poppin' tags, we a tag team
And we fuckin' up a foreign, going max speed
Shoppin' bags tippin' over in the back seat
Coffee on the sheets, engine got that caffeine
And you bitches couldn't have me, even if she didn't have me

[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest

[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah, she my bottom bitch
But when I need it, just like season, she on top of shit
Know how to treat her, she a keeper, man, that's common sense
And yeah, she fine, I call her mine, it's an accomplishment
She hot like Mexico, won't ever let her go (No)
She my little lightnin' bug (That's right), man, I just let her glow
And she get what she want (Uh huh), can't ever tell her no
She my lil' spoiled bitch, she got that oil drip
She don't follow other rappers, that's that loyal shit
Tell them niggas, "It's a wrap", like on some foil shit (It's a wrap)
'Cause this Glock will get to steamin', on some boil shit (Grrr)
'Cause I'm a thug, she a thug, from the mud, out the soil, bitch

[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest, yeah

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta

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