- Plies Real Hitta 歌詞
- Kodak Black Plies
- Yea
Baby Im a certified smacker
Plies, Kodak
Im a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean
Yea, yea
I know yeen never been with no real hitta
No real nigga
Im talm bout like
A nigga dat really got a sack though
Im talm bout like being cuffed
By the boss and not the runner
Yea, dat way
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
Yea, a nigga thats always in the field
Probably finessin, probably out here drug dealin
(I wanna know)
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Im probably gettin money
If I aint call ya, baby
Im probably gettin money
If I aint call ya, baby
I done came back from pissin inside the Trump Hotel
Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell
Name saved up under Febreze
Cause she aint got no smell
I can hit it from the back
Aint got to hold my breath
All these hundreds on me got me
Startin to look like a scammer
All that ass she got back there
Startin to look like a pamper
Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like Im Santa
Plug name Julio but he dont play for Atlanta
The only millionare you know that
Wear Dope Boy Rees
You aint never fucked a nigga
That had this much cheese
Im just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye
Treat you like the mailman
Make you come once a day
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
Yea, a nigga thatsalways in the field
Probably finessin
Probably out here drug dealin
(I wanna know)
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Im probably gettin money
If I aint call ya, baby
Im probably gettin money
If I aint call ya, baby
Baby you know Im out here in these streets
I gotta get it
If I aint on the corner
Im in the yo, bae I be busy
But you gotta pray for me
Cause these niggas be hatin in my city
And you gotta thank God everyday
He be lettin you be with me
Ima get in that lil pussy like
Im just gettin outta prison
And word around town
He bagged a nigga but he didnt
Im Sniper Gang baby
I got more stripes than the Navy
And aint nothin changed
Because I motherfuckin made it
Im a real hitta, Im a real nigga
Ima treat you like a lady
Im a real hitta, so every pistol
I got it aint on safety
And if I aint call ya back then bae
Im gettin to that money
But Ima come through
And Ima fuck ya like the police lookin for me
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
Yea, a nigga thats always in the field
Probably finessin, probably out here drug dealin
(I wanna know)
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Im probably gettin money
If I aint call ya, baby
Im probably gettin money
If I aint call ya, baby
I get ya hair done so much
They start to think you a beautician
These lil niggas tryna come up
Only reason they diss me
Ya last man bought you Bebe
But Ill buy you Givenchy
Biggest thing he ever did for you
Was take you to Chilis
Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo
Sex game undefeated, think Im 100-0
I dont go nowhere for free
If you got a check Ill go
Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said so
I be hustlin so hard I lose track of the days
That lil pussy was so sorry
I call it minimum wage
Fore you leave this earth
Baby you better getchu a hitta
Talkin one that got a bag
And drop that rod like a killa
Yea, I just wanna know
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
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