Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit It For Free, artist - Field Mob
Date of issue: 21.10.2002
Song language: English
Hit It For Free |
Uh, the biggest thing between a nigga that spend money |
and a nigga who don’t |
is a million miles of what. |
Fuckin’wit nothing but the bosses BITCH |
We don’t pay for no muthafuckin’pussy |
Ow… |
This lil bread I had to scratch to get |
that’s why I use my mouthpiece and mack to hit |
cause I’d rather relax and sit back |
and watch a nasty flick |
and jack my dick |
before I spend cash to hit |
Mannnn, I used to stressed for bread |
dead broke, jacking off thinking about big bucks and |
baggettes in bed |
I’ve been a crook, I done took paychecks and fled |
three things I hate: HOES, rednecks and feds |
had this one beeeetch… she told me It’s a hundred to hunch and $ 50 just to touch the head |
teeeee… she didn’t even |
Girl I can go to Church’s and get a cheaper chicken |
with bigger breast and legs |
I ain’t fin to floss checks and stunt |
only time I pay for cat be at chinese resturants |
I ain’t earn cash on you |
I ain’t ya pimp |
bad enough I even burnt my ass on you |
I ain’t a simp |
Look rat hoochie |
get back-slapped to Iaboochie |
catch caps from oozie |
catch claps or cooties |
I tell a bitch quick |
if I had to pay to bust a nut |
man my right hand would be rich |
So can I hit it for free? |
Let’em know hustlers don’t pay for pussy |
Can I hit it for free? |
Let’em know, you gon’respect this dick when you ride |
with me Can I hit it for free? |
Let’em know, you ain’t gon’get a got-damn dime |
Can I hit it for free? |
Let’em know, what’s yours in mine… |
Told the ho I could’ve had a V8 |
it was so good, but the bloody pussy stank |
oh right like a real boss do she turned around and said, Nigga it’s gonna cost you |
Stank ho, do you know who I are |
you lucky just to ride in this car |
you lucky just to suck this dick |
ungrateful ass bitch |
you better be happy that I’m all in this clit |
Just to let you know. |
there be a lot of hoes that be ungrateful |
but you gon fuck for free on me no money |
you lucky just to ride in this car |
Field mob niggaz is the craziest |
fuck a ho lay a big nut on her chest |
Pull back, put in like that |
it ain’t never wanna turn back |
Field mob niggaz is the craziest |
Let’em know what’s your is mine… |
I’ll be damn if I’mma give these hoes my fee |
I’m like Farakahn being best friends we poor as peas |
or like Hillary Clinton dikin’with Lewinsky |
hell nah never I ain’t ever |
giving a bitch a penny |
not even if the penny had a hole in it cuase you broke hoes, no dough getting |
so-siddity that’s why I’m so stingy |
and I feel my flow isn’t for some foot draggin |
gold-diggin, slow ignorant, broke pigoen wit four chillen |
to go spend it, gold in it, blow in it buyin clothes wit it back and forth to the weed spots |
and liquour stores with it instead of handling yo business, with your sibling |
home alone hungry wit no groceries |
When I can go get me some more 20's another gold |
grillin', Girbaud fitties |
so more tennies, just to go with it Or I can go give it to homeless, at least I know its coming back |
cause I ain’t finn to let no ho spend it |