Lyrics Hit It - Aqualeo

Hit It

— Acie High
Aqualeo
Time To Hit… the radio
Hey, i’m feelin' good and my brain is stuck
We just super winnin' and you losers can not hang wit us
Hey, I got that good watch me flame it up
You ain’t hangin' with us then the reason is you lame as fuck
Fill up that bags wit dat cash
I don’t feel bad nigga I’m bad
Bad bitch, bitch bad, bad bitch bad
Nigga don’t get mad, why you mad?
Heeeeey, what you thought Hoe?
You thought cuz I ain’t been on the scene that I lost hoe?
I know I said I would call when I got off hoe
But thinkin' bout' your roach ass make my dick soft hoe
Hey You (yeah you) you won’t never be shit (ain't shit)
But a fuck boy and a hater and thats it (thats god damn right)
I peel off in that foreign with that stick (scurt scurt)
Bad bitch and she foreign and on Dick (you god damn right)
Imma count, Imma brag, Imma floss all day, all night with no days off
No Flea market, no Target, no Marshalls and no Rose
If they demons and they sex no matter what it cost
One shot, two shot and now i’m seein' double
I was single before that but now we a couple
Switch scenes, your house, your tub, no bubbles
Suck titties, Lay dick, bust nut, no cuddle (hoe)