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Young M.A

"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 sh*t?
(Nah)
Hello
Let's go, baby, I f*ckin' 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, sh*t, I got a trick for you
I'm usually a ho, but girl, I got this di*k 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 n*ggas in that foreign right behind me, ayy
And we f*ckin' 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 b*tch
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 pus*y 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 f*ckin' up a foreign, going max speed
Shoppin' bags tippin' over in the back seat
Coffee on the seats, engine got that caffeine
And you b*tches couldn't have me, even if she didn't have me

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

[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah, she my bottom b*tch
But when I need it, just like seasonin', she on top of sh*t
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 b*tch, she got that oil drip
She don't follow other rappers, that's that loyal sh*t
Tell them n*ggas, "It's a wrap", like on some foil sh*t (It's a wrap)
'Cause this Glock will get to steamin', on some boil sh*t (Grrr)
'Cause I'm a thug, she a thug, from the mud, out the soil, b*tch

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

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

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